Dear Colin Firth

"Stop trying to live in a Hugh Grant movie."

OUCH. Yes, I have wonderful friends who give wonderful, snarky advice like you see above. Not so subtle, not so gentle, just straight to the point- really. That is good friendship. My ego is somewhat bruised but I can deal with that. If only I were so open to divulge what I was discussing with my friend, Andrew, you might understand his advice a little better. I bring it up only because it is the base board for my upcoming purge of what he refers to- chick flicks.

Count it as my official 2011 New Year's Resolution- no more clinging to the hopes of a fictional story line. I get it, chick flicks are not the sole reason why girls have unreasonable expectations for relationships. I personally have never dated anybody for more than 3 months so I'm not quite sure what to expect beyond 90 days. However what Andrew was trying to tell me is that I shouldn't be making something what it's not. Life is not a Hugh Grant movie. Or Colin Firth. Let's just rule anybody out from Love Actually or the Bridget Jones Diary.

So although I cannot rule that Chick Flicks are entirely responsible for a skewed perspective on love, I think it will be a fun experiment to set them aside and live in my own world. Which naturally, because I'm a girl, is a chick flick.




Here are my goodbye letters.


Dear Hugh Grant,
Your escapades with prostitutes in the past make this somewhat easier.



Dear Julia Roberts,
No more Eat Pray Love movies please- I'd hate to go a year without you.



Dear Colin Firth,
You may be unacceptably older than I, but this is the hardest goodbye. Perhaps I'll catch an actual real life glimpse of you when I go to Europe.



Dear Dirty Dancing,
Baby's going back in the corner. Of my movie shelf.



Dear Twilight,
You are a guilty pleasure. This really is for the best.


Dear Bradley Cooper,
I'll just watch the Hangover or something.





Dear Jennifer Aniston,
Still won't be watching your movies.



Jude Law,
You know this might harder if the only movie you didn't play a whorry man was Sherlock Holmes.


Dear Harry Potter,
Ah, there are still joys in life after chick flicks, aren't there?








LoveAlways,
Gnarleigh