Sometimes a Girl Just Needs a Little Romance

We all know (or should, by now) that I'm a hopeless romantic really. I read romance novels, I sigh and giggle over stories of my friends and the romantic things that happen to them, and I blush and sigh and just feel damned good when Naughty does things that are romantic.

Well, yesterday I was working on my International Law midterm paper and took a break (I take a lot of those it seems) and watched this movie called "The Jane Austen Book Club." I'd heard of the book and had actually wanted to read it, but I hadn't heard anything either good or bad about the movie. My friend, Ingrid, and I always tease each other because she says, "Why read the book and ruin the movie?" and I am completely the opposite. I tend to be qutie wary of the movies I see that are based on books I've read (super nervous about the upcoming "Confessions of a Shopaholic" because now it's set in New York! And what was wrong with London, I ask?).

My review of "The Jane Austen Book Club"?

LOVED it! I mean, I'm a Jane Austen freak anyway, but it was really just a delightful and romantic and definitely a bit of a chick-flick movie. I fully, fully, fully recommend it.

I had to warn Naughty about five minutes after the movie ended, because he serendipitously logged on just then, and told him that I had just watched a super romantic movie so he'd better watch out. :-) We ended up not on a romantic note but on a discussion on the battle of the sexes because of a discussion he and his friend had. Ah yes, the eternal question of "Why can a woman not just say what she means?" I think I managed to answer the question all right, but it got into a discussion of game-playing and general clarity of communication.

I try not to play games, even though I know on occasion everyone plays a little bit of a game because it's a nice way to detract vulnerability frankly, but Ingrid? Oh, she brings new levels to game-playing frankly. It's a little bit like being around the author of "The Rules" which frankly I think is the stupidest book I've ever heard of. Ingrid has learned that that actually doesn't get her the greatest results in the end, even though there may be some good results in the beginning.

I'm off to finish my paper with a bit of revision and then to my Kettlebells class. Warning, here be discussions of female body image: I haven't lost any weight (I need to stop weighing myself, period), but I have definitely lost some inches. My legs look kind of amazing actually! Although, Kettlebells, Abs & Ass and Hip Hop class do make for a lot of sweating in the week. :-)