“It wasn’t over for me!”
“Here’s lookin’ at you, kid.”
Don’t pretend you didn’t just swoon a little and update your Netflix queue; I totally saw you.
Oh romantic movies, how I love you so. Your predictable storylines, stereotypical characters and of course, the lovely Rachel McAdams. I’m not here to knock you; oh no. Many hours I’ve spent cuddled up on the couch with my nerd girl glasses, bawling my eyes out while I daydream of one Ryan Gosling telling me that my breath smelled like sweet summer rain (or something equally swoony like that).
I grew up expecting to love like that; I think a lot of us did. My perfect match who would offer up some very public, inspired monologue that would melt my heart and make my girlfriends totally jealz. But then I fell in love and it was nothing like the movies; it was better because it was real.
I’m busy raising two boys who freakin’ better grow up to be good men someday. At their tender ages, they’ve already seen enough romantic movies to cause some serious man damage. It is my sincere hope that this post might someday save them from a love life of embarrassment, disappointment, and jail time.
What don’t you want your kids to learn about love from romantic movies?
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