Such is Life

I would like to send a letter to Hollywood. Who are these people to tell little girls, teenage girls, and adult girls how their lives are going to play out. They will meet a guy, fall in love with him, get mad at him, break up, get back together, and live happily ever after. And this guy will not just be any guy - he will be the guy that watches sappy movies with them, he will cook them elaborate dinners, he will always, ALWAYS make everything better, and he will most certainly make everything fun and enjoyable.

So naturally growing up I looked forward to the day I could meet this freaking fantastic specimen of a man and do all of these fun things with him. We would go grocery shopping, watch movies, get in cake batter fights while baking, have pillow fights, and the list goes on.

Then I met him. And he is wonderful. But he is nothing like I dreamed about! Sure, we watch movies, but they are 300, X-Men, StarTrek, and Bull Durham. We have pillow fights, but they lack pillows and include elbows to the chest - no one ever told me this dream guy would have a serious dreaming problem. We have gone grocery shopping together, once. That included him putting all of the potatoes he could in the scale to see how much it would weigh, running with the cart then jumping on the back to go fast, and oh yes, complaining about how hungry he was. They do that in the movies, right? I have yet to try out the cake batter fight... I'll let you know how it goes. And all of these things are nothing like they are supposed to be. They aren't romantic, and they aren't perfect, but they are real. And frankly, they make me laugh. Everyday I laugh at the man I married, and our life together. I laugh when people in the grocery store look at him like he's an idiot for filling the scale like a four year old, and I laugh when I rattle off sports scores and highlights because I
I'm only allowed to watch SportsCenter, and I laugh at 2 in the morning when I wake up to some ridiculous conversation he's having with someone, or something in dreamland.

So the letter I would write to Hollywood would be to lay off. Lay off these girls. Don't fill their minds with these ideas of what a perfect man should be. Everyone has someone perfect. And if they all go out looking for the same kind of perfect, they might miss the one whose imperfections are perfect for them.  And honestly, someone should tell them that a goofball is way more fun than some guy with perfectly gelled hair, and a magical smile.