something inconvenient

The Wedding Planner

Tonight is a night full of muddy buddies (aka nutty buddies), gouda cheese, yoga, and chick flicks. What has gotten me into this ultra-girly mood?

A boy.

But that's not what this post is about.

As I sit here watching The Wedding Planner, starring the always beautiful Matthew McConaughey and the lively Jennifer Lopez, I can't help but think how unrealistic romantic comedies are. J. Lo stars a beautiful, albeit lonely, wedding planner who magically meets her man in shining armor when he saves her from death by dumpster. After a night under the stars and dancing in kiss-worthy rain with her hero, J. Lo finds out he is the groom in the biggest, most important wedding she's ever managed. (Dirtbag.) Two hours and many laughs later, McMatthew leaves his beautiful, kind, forgiving, smart, and funny fiance for the just as beautiful, kind, smart, and funny but not-as-forgiving J. Lo. Ironic. Perfect. And completely unrealistic.

First, I would hope any almost-married man would be honest enough with a woman who invited him to a movie in the part/under the stars and tell her he's engaged. End of story. Second, I would hope the wedding planner, if the man was still dishonest with her and his fiance by claiming he saved an old woman instead of a sex kitten, would hand over planning the wedding to a colleague; work and love should never mix. Third, the whole premise of falling in love because of a dumpster is just too ridiculous.

Call me a cynic, call me a pessimist, call me whatever you want, but I don't believe it. Any of it. I'd much rather believe in a much more realistic love and much more realistic relationships. I don't expect to fall in love with doctor who happens to be engaged to one of my work projects, but I do expect to fall in love.

I'm not going to rush it.