Pssst, this is about my husband...
I might not be allowed to tell you this, but it is just too cute to pass up and besides, I'm the wife and I wear the pants, dammit. Maybe you wouldn't guess it but between me and my husband, he is the one that will cry during movies. Not all the time but at appropriate times, like when a puppy gets caught in the graveyard shed overnight or when the heroine and the hero finally get to be together after overcoming massive obstacles and they enjoy a saturday afternoon in the park reading and she is all pregnant and cute and there is this romantic song playing in the background... Anyway, I meanwhile, will not cry. I don't know what it is. Maybe it's the expectation that kills it for me. You know, when the moment is coming and you can feel, this is the time the audience is supposed to get emotional and teary-eyed, and I can't do it. I can cry on purpose (ok, I could a few years ago, I haven't tried it recently, so don't test me) but I can't cry genuinely when someone WANTS me to. A friend of mine says I'm cold. That is probably a valid explanation as well. I'm the ice queen. Aloof. Certainly a good word to describe me.
Back to my husband. Don't get me wrong, he's not a crier, but you can give his heart a tug and there he is, mushy mush. It is so cute. And SO attractive. He gets all boyish and helpless and adorable. I like romantic comedies when they're good, but my husband, he really likes them when they're good. I think he likes the fuzzy feeling... and so when we recently watched "Love actually" , you can imagine we had a good time, my husband watching, and me watching my husband. It had all the right things (except puppies, which is too bad, because puppies would have fit right in) - awkward lovers finding each other after massive obstacles and unlikely matches all over the place. It was delightful and immediately put on our Christmas list, no questions asked.
Since Veronika arrived, things have obviously only gotten "worse". There is the baby girl, more powerful than any puppy or couple in love could ever be. She is better than "You've got mail" with the smiles and the cooing and the soft "pa-pa?"-s in the morning and the gentle wet kisses and the irresistible laughter when tickled under her chin. I get to see the blissful smile and the helpless body language on my husband almost every day. It's like this little shiny dewy aura descends and he would turn into bubbles if that would make her laugh more.
Aaah.. who knows, maybe one day I will be able to cry. It seems like I'm pretty pretty close.
Posted at 01:42 PM on October 07, 2004
I wish my husband were a bit mushier at times-I think he holds too much in. The only movie he got slightly mushy about was the end of Armageddon. I was in the movies and I heard sniffling, but I didn't ask. Later I heard him talking to one of his boyz "yeah, I saw it. It was kinda touchy at the end."(Gosh,he would kill me if he read this-LOL "I didn't cry!")
As for it "getting worse" once you have a baby in the house, that's another one of those things kids do to you.
My husband admitted that he liked Chick Flicks the other day. HE was the one to put Mean Girls on our rental queue. Actually that was a fun movie, it took me back to high school. Although honestly it sort of scared me a bit for Cecilia's future. Of course she might also grow up to be a Mean Girl--but I hope (and pray) not. I LOVED, Love Actually, especially because I could drool over Hugh Grant, and I like sappy movies too (especially ones with Hugh Grant).