Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Does art immitate life?

Harry says, "I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."
Nicole starts singing to Ewan at the end of Moulin Rouge to make him turn around.
Barbara Streisand brushes the hair out of Robert Redford's eyes in The Way We Were.
Alamsy comes back for Katharine Clifton in the English Patient.
The King puts his hand around Anna's waist in The King and I.
I love the witty and written love in You've Got Mail.
The stubborn love in Far and Away and Reality Bites.
The seductive and corrupt passion in 9 1/2 Weeks.
I want him to stand out in the rain holding up a boom box like Lloyd Dobler.
I want him to sweet talk me into bed (of course with the accent) like Dennis Quaid in The Big Easy.
I want to be the Pretty Woman.
I want love to be intellectual and spontaneous like Before Sunset.
I want to be able to choose between Ben and Noel.
I want my name to be the tattoo on Johnny Depp's arm.
I want my body to be a wonderland.
I want "Maybe I'm Amazed" to be about me.
I want to be the muse of Shakespeare's 116 sonnet.

He bought me a rose a day for twelve days.
He declared his love in front of a crowd.
The band played our song just for us....and we danced.
He took my hand to help me out of a car.
He took my hand to have me follow.
We spent nights under the stars on a deserted country road.
We biked over the Golden Gate bridge.
He drove 4 hours for 2 hours alone with me.
He stayed my friend so that we wouldn't stop talking.
He stood up to my father.
He wrote me love letters.
He understood The Little Prince.
He took me to see Paul McCartney.
He wrote me a story.
He wrote me a song.

10 men told me they were in love with me. I believe 4 of them.