So I saw Nick and Norah last night and it took me a while to sort out my feelings on the whole subject. It was slower and much more miandering than I expected, it lacked real comedic punch (though quite funny in parts), and over-all it just made me sad.
Why you might ask? Well it’s a freaking chick-flick, so there you go.
Not enough for you? Okay Mr (or Ms) I can’t take a subtle hint, I’ll spell it out for you. It was Michael Cera. I am so in lurve with that kid. It’s the way he has of looking at girls, you know? Like they are his whole world and he worships them. Watching him begin an intimate encounter (those of you who know me knowing that I feel awkward watching people kiss on screen, ick) with his lady in this movie just made me sort of sad.
There he is, looking all googaly-eyed at her with his chin quivering like he was about to cry and *I* wanted to kiss the poor dude. He just got beat up all over the place and I just kept thinking, “I anyone ever going to look at me like that? Ever? Maybe just once when he’s a little bit tipsy? *sigh*
And it’s not as though I think I don’t deserve those looks… I just don’t really get them.
Okay not true, Olof looked at me like that sometimes and I miss it. I didn’t break up with the guy for being too wimpy or sensitive, I did it because it was too hard to be so far apart: physically, spiritually, ideologically. When it came right down to it he was an Agnostic and I couldn’t handle the idea of being with him forever and always wondering about his soul and stuff… Those doubts made me want to push him away because I couldn’t… just… I dunno. But there it is out in the open. I would have fought the distance indefinately. The “wimpyness” was part of the charm for me. I loved having someone who was completely honest with me and who I could be completely honest with… except that I couldn’t be honest with him because he didn’t share my beliefs, right?
And now I’m worried that maybe there is only one person in the wold for you and I couldn’t make it work with the guy who I could cry in front of and look stupid in front of and be gross and horrible in front of.
Man, what a downer.
