Ugly Truth

I saw the movie the Ugly Truth with E this morning. It was good and I hated it. Gerard Butler is me future husband. He looks rugged yet regal in all of his films. Whether he is singing down the rafters and stealing his bride in the Phantom of the Opera or the charming ghost setting up his wife with an old friend so she can find happiness without him, I love him.

This movie, he is "The man whore". (That wasn't me, that was the movie mom.) He informs women that to get a man, you need a tight butt, to laugh at his jokes, let him take charge and be a cross between a stripper and a librarian. He brings out the worst in his female boss (Katherine Heigl) but she is still herself. To get the charming Dr., she pretends to be someone she is not and then after a coaching session, the jerk turns, gives "that look" and watches her walk away.

I

WAS

HOOKED

In movies, I don't need the guy to give roses or moonlit proposals, just that unseen look. Mr. Darcy unclenching that hand he offered Elizabeth to get into the carraige as if savoring the feel of her skin. Hugh Jackman waking up first gazing upon Ashely Judd, taking a deep breath to smell her hair and then cuddling back in to fall asleep..... I could go on.

I used to use a shampoo that one bf loved. When he would hug me, first he would give me the big bearish hug before pulling back in to take one last smell of my hair before leaving to go home. *Sigh* But here is the bad part. MINE STAYED A JERK.

No, Gerard realizes that he loves her and though he does not change himself, he shifts towards a more charming and giving version. I just get the jerk. Seriously. I should quit watching movies. But instead, I will continue to date jerks and hope. I hope that someday, I will find my jerk on the outside, charming gooey filled center man of my dreams...

Seirously, I can't decide if I need a tissue or a barf bag.