“Gaaad. Has he straightened his hair or what’s the deal?”
My best friend turns around to look at me but I can’t really tell if Justin Timberlake’s hair is straightened through my tears.
“Are you ok? Is it your back again? Do you need a Myprodol?”
I gurgle-laugh “I’m fine, you asshole.”
I’m just, like, so caught up in Justin Trousersnake’s “Mirrors” music video.
I’m sober. Ok maybe I’m premenstrual but whatever. For some reason, this video has me tjanking like a maltese poodle.
I’m sitting next to my friend who’s also in her 30’s. We’ve been there, done that, wrote the blog. Jaded but not enough to keep us from being fools for Romance.
Evidently not- I am weeping at a music video of a coiffed JT in Louboutins.
Why am I touched by this? Do I need medication?
JT’s beautifully directed video shows the story of his grandparents, how they meet across a pool table… flash forward to an argument in their smokey bedroom surrounded by a mess of books and blurred mascara, their engagement, her wedding dress, them growing old and him eventually fading. SOB!
We all know this video. Its all of our grandparents’ love story. Life was hard but their love seemed so much easier.
The perception that quantity of time spent together outweighs the quality of time spent together.
It warrants congratulations, jewel anniversaries and trophies, right?
That’s not necessarily true but I repeat: fool for romance.