Sigh, it is fall.
For those of you know me, I tend to think of myself as a hopeless romantic. I am a lover girl at heart.
you may be wondering, "What does this have to do with fall?" Well all the greatest love stories just sound and feel better when accompanied by a cool breeze, crunchy leaves and skirts with tights. It is just the facts.
For example, possibly one of the greatest romance movies of all time is a fall romcom, When Harry Met Sally. Meg Ryan and Billy Crystal, guiding us around new york city in a grand tale of will they won't they. Spoiler alert : They did. Throughout the entire movie, the viewers follow their lives and watch them fall for all the wrong people, while the right one was staring them in the face. God isn't that just the most beautifully frustrating plot!? Watching Sally kiss a man so obviously not Harry!! Ugh!! Meg ryan does have the tendency to find herself in situations like this though I mean Sleepless in Seattle, come on! Meg Ryan and Tom freaking Hanks. Insane combo and together they pull off one of the most gut wrenching love stories. Ok, gut wrenching might be a touch dramatic because it doesn't get me sobbing the way The Notebook might BUT the concept of the movie is a sad one. Tom Hanks playing Sam Baldwin, a recently widowed father, with a son who is so desperate for his father to feel loved again. Meg Ryan playing Annie Reed, a reporter in a below average relationship, who can not resist the idea of a man she only heard through the radio. I will do my best to not give away too much of this story for my readers who have yet to watch. I am really doing you a favor by not telling you because I think when a movie hits 30 years old, I can legally spoil it without any repercussions butttt.... i'll zip it for today.
All that movie talk to say, I love love so much. I think I could've talked on and on about probably a 100 romance movies and why that genre is the greatest film gift we could have ever received. These movies are the feeling of fall in the form of film. I can not resist the romanticization of the fall weather. It is by far the best season. As we are slowly entering the fall, I can feel it in my bones, the desire to throw on a sweater, turn on the fairy lights and listen to Chet Baker.
Unfortunately, It is averaging 80 degrees. Everyday. IT IS FALL GOD DAMN IT! I should be chilly!! I should be wearing a scarf and still feeling cold!! This is not at all the fall I am trying to romanticize. All summer I stocked up on fall clothing, not icky summer clothes. I do not yearn to be sleeveless, I yearn to be Rory Gilmore and let me tell you, they do NOT have summer in Stars Hollow! It is impossible to have a romantic lover girl over romanticized2 fall under these conditions! I am hoping in the next couple of weeks, the weather will die down and I will be able to bust out all the cute new things I have been dying to wear, and finally have the fall i have been desperately needing.
Sorry to get upset about the season, but i feel passionately. If I am sweaty, I am already having a bad day. So for my sake and yours, let's hope that the weather gets colder, so that I can start having happier blog posts.
Take some time and watch some Meg Ryan tonight.
- See ya! ◡̈
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