Lots of movies (of the "chick flick variety, of course) romanticize rain. Oh, let's run to each other in the pouring rain, confess our undying love for one another, and make out passionately while trying not to drown by accidentally inhaling the torrential downpour.
Need further proof? Here's a website dedicated to Romantic Rain Kisses. Still not enough? Ok, fine. Here's Part ONE of EIGHTEEN in a film montage tribute to rain kisses.
Women can't get enough of this crap. And that might be sexist, but let's face it. Men really don't find things romantic. Well, maybe having "relations" in a shower is acceptable but making out in the rain? No self-respecting man is going to gush about how he can't wait to find a woman to kiss passionately in the rain. I promise. If he says he does, run as fast as you can!
Now my husband is fairly indulging, so early in our courtship, after watching some romantic rain kiss scene, I presented my fairy tale fantasy to him (during a rainstorm, naturally). He guffawed a bit and probably rolled his eyes, but he did give me my rainy kiss. And what can I say? It was absolutely, positively, unbelievably.....
WET... and cold. And wet. And dumb. It was one of those, "Well, alrighty then. Are we finished yet?" Just one of the many times in life I've been let down when reality wasn't nearly as romantic as the movie. Now as I've gotten older, and some may say cynical or prudish, I've grown to realize the romantic movies are a crock of crap. If I wanna watch some completely unrealistic and made up, I'll waste my time and money on horror movie sequels or An Inconvenient Truth (ah, see what I did there? I made a political joke that might have been funny, what six years ago?). I just can't even deal with romantic movies anymore, and Nicholas Sparks? I'm pretty sure he's either a woman or... well, a woman. Seriously, dude?! Are you an eunuch? I bet men really hate you.
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My main problem, besides being jealous that I'll never get to make out with Ryan Gosling, is how unrealistic romantic movies are, especially for young, impressionable girls like me 15 years ago. Have you ever been in the rain? If it's raining, I devise as many ways I as I can to stay out of the rain. I steal my husband parking spot in the driveway. I unbuckle Sean before I get out and then tell him to run for it. Heck, in college, I didn't go to class when it was raining because I didn't want to sit in wet clothes for the entire class meeting (and no, Mom, it's not because I think I'm made of sugar and might melt. Hardy har har...).
Until next time- stay dry and no kissing in the rain. You'll just end up with pneumonia!
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