Romantic Comedies.
I love ‘em. Even the Zombies love ‘em.
Boy/Girl Meets Girl/Boy. Boy/Girl Loses Girl/Boy. Boy/Girl Carries Out Grand Romantic Gesture That Would Normally Get Them Arrested/Sectioned/Dumped On Their Sorry Arse To Win Girl/Boy Back. Boy/Girl & Girl/Boy Live Happily Ever After.
As the Better Half will testify, I’m appalling watching films. The Grand Romantic Gesture (preferably executed in the rain) will generally reduce me to tears like an 8 year old girl with a skinned knee.
Well, except the ending of ‘Four Weddings and a Funeral’. That reduces me to tears for all the wrong reasons. I’m looking at you Andie “Is It Still Raining? I Hadn’t Noticed” McDowell.
Why don’t we bring the Grand Romantic Gesture back and make 1st June 2010 International Romantic Comedy Day?
Forget the corporate whore-fest that is Valentine’s Day. Whether you’re single or in a relationship, let’s all do one stupid and/or legally dubious thing to bring the John Hughes-esque lurve back.
For example:
You could spend the day running after random women at an airport playing Snow Patrol on your iPod speakers. Tell them that “If you get on that plane, we’ll never know how great this could’ve been”. (Hopefully the volcanic ash cloud would’ve gone by then so they don’t reply “My flight’s been cancelled” and you both stand there awkwardly.)
Burst into your Object of Desire’s important conference call/Alcoholics Anonymous meeting/wedding/mother’s funeral to announce that they complete you.
Stand outside their house, rocking a ghetto blaster Cusack-Style as it plays Your Song (I don’t mean the Elton John song. Unless it is actually your song. Better if your song is ‘Remember You’re A Womble’)
Or simply visit a location where that Significant Conversation Occurred and stare wistfully at the swings/restaurant table/bondage gear. While playing Snow Patrol.
If any of this can be done at the same time as ruining a school production where the poor bloody kids have been working really hard for months, only for you to come along and shit on their cabbage patch, kudos.
Basically, if you feel that Richard Curtis could’ve scripted it and it feels good, do it.
I’m just a boy, who’s ‘/’ key has worn out, standing in front of a computer, asking the internet to love everyone. While being had at “hello”.
EDIT: There’s now a Facebook page for the International Rom Com Day here. Sign up!: http://tinyurl.com/2ve6q4l
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I might have a punch-up with my loved one’s father.
He’s 75 and has a heart condition. I am 6ft 3 and 18 stone.
Next RomCom day me and the Mrs will pretend to kiss against the glass of a prison visiting suite.
Or I could reenact the first night me and my Mrs slept together, although that would involve getting her to drink 2 pints of vodka and lemonade and vomiting on me again.
I don’t like this idea much any more.
Ha Ha! Awesome!
Though I can already hear the Better Half going “Oh bloody hell. What have you done now?”
I see where you’re coming from with this idea but I think I’d end up gouging my own eyes out from hatred of the sickening fantasy of all the grand gestures. Or throwing myself under the clanky, rattly wheels of a Metropolitan line service if the crushing void of pain and loneliness becomes all too much to bear. While playing Snow Patrol.
But not a bad idea.
Hey, as long as there’s a Snow Patrol track involved, I’m happy.
Excellent read. So good I had to read it twice – though admittedly it may have been as much to do with the presumably context-sensitive Google ads; two dating sites and one for close combat training. Actually, I can see how that works…
That Google knows what it’s doing. If they play their cards right, they’ll go far…
It’s not official until you start a Facebook Group, Dave.
You know what to do.
Also, I’m Internet dating a lot at the moment. I could have so much fun with this.
And it’s exactly one week after this.
Every day is geek pride day in our house!
The Time Traveler’s Wife – going back in time to chat up your wife when she’s 11-years old?
That’s quantum grooming!
Not a so much as a dickie bird in the Daily Mail though!
Ban This Sick Literary Filth!
I’m going to write my number on a five pound note before spending it on a pasty at Greggs tomorrow lunchtime. If John Cusack phones before the end of the year I’ll know that International Rom Com Day is truly meant to be.
Awesome idea. I shall write mine in a copy of “Cash” by Johnny Cash and race you!
Great. I’m going to go and sit by the ice rink in Central Park and wait for him to call. It’s bound to happen soon…