confessions of a hopeless romantic, or, someone just serenade me outside my window, please

I consider myself to be somewhat of a feminist. I won’t go into all the ways I think that word is misinterpreted and misunderstood in our society (that would be completely off-topic and lengthy), but I will say that I believe in women’s rights and I have inherent faith in the ability of my gender to accomplish great things. Blah blah blah. I’ll go burn a bra now, whatever. (Joking. Stereotypes suck.)

Anyway, despite my basic philosophy about being an independent woman who doesn’t need a man to take care of her or define her, I would also classify myself as a hopeless romantic. Not the type who fights about which Twilight team they’re on or only watches chick flicks, though. I mean, I’ve just always longed for my life to contain one incredible, last-ditch romantic moment that you see in the movies.

I’ll admit, during my teenage years, I enjoyed romantic comedies a lot more than I do now…probably because A) they’re all the same after awhile, and B) they set me up for disappointment. In my entire life, nobody has ever thrown a pebble at my window in the middle of the night or sent me anonymous roses or serenaded me. I’ve now come to terms that life isn’t like the movies (only took me twenty-some years to figure that out, aren’t you proud of me?) and I will never look out my window to see someone playing a Peter Gabriel song on a boombox for me. Thanks a lot, Jon Cusack.

But even so, I hold out hope that maybe someday somebody will do that for me. If that is the case, here are the moments that I would most like to happen to me:

1. The aforementioned scene from Say Anything with the boombox and Peter Gabriel.
2. A boy following me to the airport and confessing his love to me…in front of the security checkpoint since I guess he wouldn’t be able to get to the gate anymore. Damn.
3. That scene from The Notebook where Ryan Gosling hangs from the ferris wheel. Dangerous and exciting.
4. A boy writing a song for me. A romantic one, that is. None of that “this girl ruined my life” crap.
5. Being serenaded in public.
6. A boy learning a new language for me, like when Colin Firth speaks really bad Portuguese in Love Actually and proposes to that girl because he didn’t know she learned English for him. So many feelings.
7. Anything that Jim Halpert ever did for Pam Beesly on The Office. Duh.

But I guess I understand why these moments don’t make up everyday life. If they did, the movies wouldn’t be so exciting or interesting.

(But just in case you’re wondering, guys…if you want to impress a girl, large romantic gestures usually work. Even on feminist hopeless romantics like me.)