I like to think of myself as a fine connoisseur of rom-coms. For those of you who, like my wonderful mother, are unfamiliar with this abbreviation- I’m talking about the classic genre of cinematography lovingly termed the Romantic Comedy. Sure, rom-coms may not win Academy Awards, but they do provide us with 120 minutes of lighthearted banter and endearing relationships. When life is anything but idealistic, I’ve found that rom-coms are the perfect company.
There is beauty in the simplicity of rom-com characters and story lines. There is pure magic in the equation that weaves an independent and strong-willed woman together with a compassionate, intelligent, hard-working man. No matter the flimsy plot twist that threatens to tear the budding romance apart, the leading man and woman always come together in the end. Whether it’s the charming Hugh Grant FINALLY getting together with Andie MacDowell after four weddings and a funeral, Bridget Jones reuniting with Mr. Darcy while wearing adorably festive Christmas sweaters, or Benjamin Barry dramatically chasing down Andi Anderson on the GW Bridge after she tortured him in the name of journalism, these endearing characters find happiness in their newfound love.
In high school and college, I idolized the typical rom-com protagonist. Envisioning what my twenties and thirties would look like, I pictured myself working doggedly for a career I was passionate about and adept at. I was a clever urbanite with a dedicated and loving man by my side. I was electric, magnetic, and talented. I was lovable and appreciated and outgoing. My dream jobs and significant others may have changed through the years, but those aspects remained constant.
Years later, I’m single and living with my calico cat named Cranberry in a cozy Back Bay studio. I’ve dated a string of men, and have been left particularly bruised by my most recent break up. After my latest conscious uncoupling, I ruminated about what went wrong for months. And although I am well aware that rom-coms are not reflections of real life, I found their characters and themes relatable and comforting.
Six months later, I came to the idea of writing a blog that connects film with real life. By sharing my own experiences and learning about the experiences of couples I find wandering around downtown Boston, maybe we can all find out what relationships look like off-screen. I hope this blog brings hope, laughter, and most of all, love to every reader it finds.