The Notebook

Woodbeetle:
Okay….so maybe it made me cry a little. I’m sure it had something to do with the fact that it was a period film.
LadyRain:
And….?
Woodbeetle:
And maybe there’s something to the whole “true love” theory. But I refuse to go any deeper with that thought.
LadyRain:
So is it safe to assume that you really are jaded?
Woodbeetle:
It’s a safe assumption. You my therapist now? Tell the whole world what you thought of the film….(back at ya!)
LadyRain:
Not everything is about me... But then again, it’s a film you’d want to watch every time you want to remind yourself that “true love” exists (although after watching it you’d just feel frustrated it hasn’t happened to you yet). But maybe that’s just me…
Woodbeetle:
It’s interesting to note that you have to “remind” yourself about its existence…thus allowing me to believe that it has happened to you, O person in denial.
LadyRain:
Remind myself that I once believed it existed, I guess… So which part of the film did you cry, Woodbeetle?
Woodbeetle:
Just parts. Can’t really remember. Ahahaha. I refuse to submit to this type of interrogation. I suppose the intensity of some of the Noah-Allie scenes brought out the sniffles. Which part had you bringing out the tissue box Ladyrain?
LadyRain:
There was no tissue box, but there was a big towel. Joke! Anyway, why are we suddenly so cautious about articulating our deepest, most vulnerable thoughts about this film? After all, we’re girls!
Woodbeetle:
Some would say otherwise. Kidding. Good point though. Okay, so our generation generally knows what this thing called love is – but we seem to have communication problems. At least I admit to having communication problems with this topic. It’s an emotion so deep, so strong and so all encompassing that to try to put it down in words would trivialize it into something that gets thrown around by commercialized fast food manufacturers. Have I lost you?
LadyRain:
I totally get it. And I agree. Don’t you sometimes think that women nowadays are more frustrated than women from the past? All the great love stories have already been written. From Romeo and Juliet, to Gone With The Wind, up to this film!
Woodbeetle:
I’d just like to point out that Romeo and Juliet was a tragedy and that Scarlet O’Hara didn’t end up with Rhett Butler. I think I have a good case here. Hmmm...better think of better love stories or I’m winning this one.
LadyRain:
You were saying something about emotion so deep and strong and allnencompassing… I just want to emphasize the “passion”, twerp! Not all the great love stories end with “happily ever after”, you know. At least in my definition, that is. Fine, if you want happy endings I’ll give you Cinderella, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs and PS I Love You, hahaha!
Woodbeetle:
Your last example is just wrong dude.
Okay passion. I concede that great loves need not end with happily every after. They just need to have fireworks – amazing displays of colorful star like sparks. I’m all for fireworks. The only flaw there is that fireworks burn out real fast. The idea in my head is a star of a different kind. I need the Sun. (There’s a deep personal thought if you ever wanted to pry one out of me)
LadyRain:
The Sun? So has this sun already happened to you? Wink, wink…
Woodbeetle:
I’ve had fireworks that much I can say. I could throw you back that question you know. I think I will.
LadyRain:
The fireworks, yes, of course. I’ll just tell you when the sun happens. If it happens.
Woodbeetle:
Of course it’ll fucking happen. And you call me jaded and cynical???? I bet my orchids your sun is just around the corner buying Lucky Me pancit canton for his midnight snack.
LadyRain:
Really? Where is he? Where? Where? When? When will he be around my corner? Anyways, I think you’re a jaded optimist. If there such a person. Really, I don’t want to think that it will happen to me because someday I might just classify something as a sun when it could just be a light bulb or something weaker like a candle. An excuse just so I could say I had it.
Woodbeetle:
I’m going to end with the statement I think you’re too smart to do that. But whatever. Here’s to self preservation.
LadyRain:
Cheers to that. And cheers to our sun!

McDreamy or McVet?

LadyRain:

McVet. I like animals… joke! I guess for safety. For a lifetime decision, I’d choose someone who’ll have me as his world over someone who is capable of changing his mind on me at any moment.

WoodBeetle:

Now wait one darn McMinute there…McDreamy, contrary to popular opinion, is not flaky. He only hooked up with Meredith because his wife cheated on him (why she did so is another topic altogether). The fact that he tried to work on his marriage after Meredith is proof that he is as safe as the next guy. McDreamy has to be given credit for at least trying to make things work with Addison despite her infidelity and despite the fact that he was fast realizing that he loved Meredith (note I did not use the phrase “falling in love with” as this denotes the flaky tendency to “fall out” of the feeling).

LadyRain:

True. I mean, he really did fight for his wife. But, still he turned his back on Meredith (not to mention that he actually turned his back on his wife when she had moments of unfaithfulness… and I thought marriage is about “till death do us part”). And for me, once a guy does this, he can do it again and again. Especially if he knows you’d take him back faster than he says “I’m sorry.”

WoodBeetle:

Okay, point taken, but still…McDreamy is the guy who totally gets Meredith. They so get each other that they usually don’t have to explain themselves. And that my friend is why, McDreamy would win over McVet. Sure, McVet is gorgeous, safe and kind…but does he know what she wants? And can he give her the same “fireworks” as McDreamy??? I mean, have you seen the chemistry between the two? Its Hiroshima and Nagasaki rolled into one. Totally explosive!

LadyRain:

Maybe not yet. But they have started as friends (versus starting off one night when both were just horny). And who said you can’t develop chemistry over time? Imagine, everyday as an adventure of getting-to-know-you’s and trial-and-funny-errors of trying to find out what makes each one smile, laugh, cry…
Do you mean, you’d prefer one explosive summer (okay, maybe one year), with each day having to look over your shoulders checking if the ex-wife is there, over a lifetime of friendship, trust, acceptance and peace of mind?

Blooferlady:

Can't we get a cross between the two? A McDreamyVet? Yeah, yeah, you'll probably say, "Dream on, Blooferlady," but really, I'm sure there are untapped resources there somewhere.
The question I guess is, where the hell are they?