I’m no good at writing love stories. I have nothing against love. I think it’s fine and dandy. I just hate writing about it. I’m working on a project that has a love story element that I have to make work, and I’ve been putting this part off. Now it’s staring me in the face telling me it has to be written.
I’m a fan of love, but being the idealist/pessimist, I tend to loathe most romantic movies. They are just so cheesy, and this is coming from a girl that loves to sing show tunes! Just the other week, I had an amusing conversation with several co-workers about “The Notebook.” Yes, I’ve seen it, yes what’s-his-face is hot, but it’s so unrealistic. My complaint is that no one will ever love you that much. Sorry ladies, no one will. Granted my co-worker did say that her husband would probably curl up next to her and die by her side. I think the sassy scotch drinker is too logical to ever consider that. Plus, statistically, I’ll out live him because of our age difference.
I still have to write this damnable love story. I can guarantee that it won’t contain some dude showing up outside the chick’s window blasting some Peter Gabriel song on a boom box. Besides, I can’t stand most Peter Gabriel songs. “Shock the Monkey” makes me want to punch someone. It’s so grating.
Just to prove that I’m not completely devoid of schmaltz, enjoy this song. I’ve always be fond of it.