This entry is prefaced with an apology because I had a moment of weakness this weekend - my cynicism waned. On Friday night, I came across Spanglish, a movie that I enjoy every time I watch it, mainly because in it, there is an almost pornographic shot of a sandwich. It's fantastic. However, while watching it this time, I had an "aw" moment. Yuck.
John Clasky: (Sandler) They should name a gender after you. Looking at you doesn't do it, staring is the only way that makes sense. And trying not to blink so you don't miss anything. And all of that and you're you. It's just that you are drop dead crazy gorgeous. So much so, that I'm actually considering looking at you again before we finish up here.
I became doe-eyed and goofy, even saying to myself, "I wish a man would say that to me." Granted, I am not so delusional as to believe that my attractiveness (as limited as it may be) warrants this type of reaction. Paz Vega's beauty on the other hand, certainly does. The lines just struck me as incredibly (yes, I am about to use this word) sweet. I had to confess this because I need to remain accountable. I need to remain curmudgeony. And I am relying on you, my readers, to do this. So I am sorry for my moment of Hollywood-romance-induced weakness...I lay prostrate before you. Go forth my 3 readers, and criticize me.
John Clasky: (Sandler) They should name a gender after you. Looking at you doesn't do it, staring is the only way that makes sense. And trying not to blink so you don't miss anything. And all of that and you're you. It's just that you are drop dead crazy gorgeous. So much so, that I'm actually considering looking at you again before we finish up here.
I became doe-eyed and goofy, even saying to myself, "I wish a man would say that to me." Granted, I am not so delusional as to believe that my attractiveness (as limited as it may be) warrants this type of reaction. Paz Vega's beauty on the other hand, certainly does. The lines just struck me as incredibly (yes, I am about to use this word) sweet. I had to confess this because I need to remain accountable. I need to remain curmudgeony. And I am relying on you, my readers, to do this. So I am sorry for my moment of Hollywood-romance-induced weakness...I lay prostrate before you. Go forth my 3 readers, and criticize me.
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