Isn't it morantic.

Hey look at that tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. But I guess before we make it there we have to make it through today, a monday. Bah Humbug.

Here’s yesterday’s Sunday Times Valentine’s Day column.

kisses and smooches.



With Valentine’s Day coming up next week, I thought I should write about romance today. It seemed the right thing to do.

I’ve never actually met Matthew Gray Gubler. He is an actor, and he also lives in Internetland, where he draws, writes and makes pretty stuff. According to a post on his blog, his perfect woman:

“must love decorating for holidays, mischief, kissing in cars, and wind chimes. No specific height, weight, hair colour, or political affiliation required. But would prefer a warm spirited, non-racist. Cynics, critics, pessimists and “stick in the muds” need not reply. Voluptuous figures a plus. Any similarity in look, mind-set, or fashion sense to Mary Poppins, Claire Huxtable, Snow White or Elvira wholeheartedly welcomed. I am dubious of actresses, felons and lesbians, but don’t want to rule them out entirely. She must be tolerant of whistling, tickle torture, James Taylor and sleeping late. I have a slight limp, eerily soft hands and a preternatural love of autumn. I wiggle my feet in my sleep, am scared of the dark and think the Muppets Christmas Carol is one of the greatest films of all time. All I want is butterfly kisses in the morning, peanut butter sandwiches shaped like a heart and to make you smile until it hurts.”

Matthew Gray Gubler needs a good smack, if you ask me. He’s really not helping. Between him and Hollywood, the ever-hopeful romantic women of this world don’t stand a chance. I mean it all sounds very charming and lovely, but it’s just not realistic, is it? C’mon Matthew, C’mon Hollywood, really?

Does anyone here know of someone to whom any of the following has actually happened in real life? (And I mean actually know someone, not know someone who knows someone whose cousin heard that it happened to their boyfriend’s sister):

A guy stood holding a boom box above his head, outside a girl’s bedroom window, playing a meaningful song to woo her.

Someone escaped through security and chased a lover down in an airport, to stop them boarding an airplane so they could declare their undying love and be together forever, happily ever after, sans morning breath.

Someone organised a flash mob of perfect strangers to surprise a loved one with a synchronised, choreographed dance in the food court at a mall.

You shared a plate of spaghetti and meatballs and both ended up sucking up the same piece of pasta from different ends until your lips touched?

Okay so that last one was based on a cartoon, but anyway, you get my point.

And I’m not trying to be all bah humbug here about Romance or anything, I really do enjoy those scenes and the picture Matthew Gray Gubler paints, really I do, but at some point we have to admit that they almost never happen in real life. Maybe one in twenty or thirty thousand relationships experiences big romantic gestures on that kind of scale, or the kind of romance Matty alludes to on an extended basis.

It’s not you, girls and boys, I swear it. Love just isn’t that neat and tidy. On planet real world perfectly worded, uninterrupted and heartfelt monologues like ‘I’m just a girl standing in front of a boy…’ or ‘you had me at hello…’ don’t just pour out of a person’s mouth fully formed. On the whole men are non-communicative and mostly non-com
mittal. Women want unattainable things. It doesn’t rain or shine on demand. People cheat, we don’t always dress well, or wake up with perfect makeup. We’re fickle, and sometimes we fart. The truth is, we live in real life, not in the movies.

And I’m sorry Matthew Gray Gubler, but please can we just try to be even a little bit realistic here. Two years into a relationship, people do not only want ‘butterfly kisses in the morning, peanut butter sandwiches shaped like a heart, and to make you smile until it hurts.’Rather, two years into a relationship people want you to remember to take the bins out on a Tuesday, change the cat litter, put the damn cap back on the blimming toothpaste when you’ve finished with it, and for you not to leave your used teabag on the side of the sink, that’s what people really want.

So this Valentine’s Day, while I’d certainly like it if a guy hired an airplane and wrote a personalised romantic Haiku in the sky above my office, I’m realistic enough to admit that instead I’ll more than likely just get a card. Typed. In a text message.

5 responses to “Isn't it morantic.”

  1. Anonymous says:

    Paige! What’s with all the burst-the-balloons and crush-the-cupcakes negativity? C’mon, there may not be a boom box holding or a having-him-at-hello moment in real life, but its not that difficult to find someone who changes the cat litter, replaces the toothpaste AND remembers to get you flowers and ask for your favorite songs over a good dinner. AND laugh when one of you farts. [Been there, done that]
    And that’s where real life beats the perfect ass of any movie. Coz you manage to live through it for way more than two hours even with the farts and the morning breath 🙂
    Happy Valentine’s Day sweetie!!!

    RK, Mumbai, India

  2. Paige says:

    Hey RK, sorry if i burst your love bubble, although clearly i didn’t. Look at you, you old romantic, you. Happy VD. he he he.

  3. ulrike says:

    I must say that Hollywood and writers do tend to make love cheesy. My take? It is not real but lives in the mind and in your dreams. Great for escaping but then the dirty dishes brings you back to reality. Happy valentines!

  4. david says:

    Roses are red
    Violets are blue
    Khakibos is green
    And sometimes brown

    peace and love Paige!!!

  5. Maryx says:

    “We’re fickle. And sometimes we fart.”

    Hahahahahahahahahaha!!! I love this post!! Gotta be the best Valentines post in ages!

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