Ok. Fine. I admit it.  Just here and just to the 12 of you that read this page.  don't go and tell anyone, because i will deny it.    (in fact, if you are reading this because someone sent you here, it's not true. Not even in the slightest.)    I am a hopeless romantic.

   Right, for most of you who read this stuff and who read the challenge romance stuff i guess this isn't really a confession sort of thing.  Rather it is more like a big fat Duh! 

   This weekend i went and saw Serendipity (and yes, if i were more up to date here i would be posting a review along with this journal entry.  apparently, i am not.)  You know, the new movie with John Cusack and Kate Beckinsale where they meet my accident and then allow fate to determine if they are ever going to meet again.  So of course it is all about romance and predestination and all that rot.  I don't know if i would have always been able to admit to it, but i can say right now that i liked this film. 

   Now this is saying a lot because this film wasn't reviewed well.  Most of the reviews that i have read have said that it is a little worse than average.  That none of the performances are all that well and in general that it is a piece of romantic twaddle that wasn't done particularly well.  And, as i look at it with an unbiased eye, i have to agree, it isn't, not really.  There are a couple of performances that do stand out, Eugene Levy, John Corbett (Shar, i keep meaning to tell you about this, he's super sexy in this film, and yet funny)  and even Jeremy Piven.  But John doesn't stand out like her normally does,  and i could forget Kate was in it in a second.
   And there are annoying things as well, like Molly Shannon, why can't she just go into waitressing?  Or, do we have to have fate and amazing coincidences that jusssst about pan out every single second of the film?

   but the thing is, it didn't matter.  It was about love and romance.   They were pursuing their fate and their love with all of their hearts.  Nothing else mattered.  So the longer i watched, the lighter my mood got and and, i guess the larger my state of, 'awwwwwwwwwwww,' seemed to get.  So, um, yeah, i guess that i am not really a closet romantic, i'm an out in the open secret romantic.  Heh, see the difference.

   What will i do with this information?  I don't know.  I have been growing to accept it more in the past little while.  Of course, since i haven't had a date, in just this side of forever, there isn't much i can do with it.  But, i guess everyone should be forewarned.  Umm, or something like that.  Tell your friends, tell your pets, nothing is safe....no wait, i don't want anyone to know.  Right, don't tell a soul.