The Others…
Forgive me for being a killjoy but am I the only one who feels totally miserable for poor Lon Hammond in The Notebook? So I know Allie and Noah had this great summer romance when they were teens, were soul mates despite separation of the classes and my heart does melt when they reconnect with that mushy look in the cringe scene with the swans… But how is it suddenly condonable after accepting a whopping great rock to run back to Seabrooke for some nookie with your former flame?
Ok ok, sh** happens and maybe from time to time we’ve all drunkenly smacked lips with a guy who unbeknown to us is in a relationship and hey, that’s his boo boo not yours. But what I find surprising is the number of girls who willingly flirt, kiss and ooh la la with a taken guy and what’s worse, know the girlfriend on an up-close and personal level. The clichéd hand clap to the mouth and suppressed giggle of ‘I just completely “forgot” about [insert said cuckolded here]’. Miaow!
It is interesting that the blame is always laid on the female in all scenarios. The girlfriends instantly draw the claws on the bitch who ‘seduced’ their boyfriends and in reverse if you cheat on your own man you are branded with many a derogatory term beginning with the letter S. The men in mirroring situations will probably creep away unscathed without a thought to anyone’s dignity they just stripped. BUT HELLO! There’s a reason at weddings the groom has one best man only good for his speech about that ‘one time with a stripper in Vegas’ whereas us girls have the team of bridesmaids to help you through the big day. The unwritten rules of sisterhood are always there.
Now I’m not completely heartless. There is truly nothing worse than falling for someone already off the market and I’ve always been one for saying follow your heart and pursue your dreams. But in two weeks time if he still hasn’t left her to be with you… well perhaps it’s time to pick up that rod. There are plenty of fish in the sea.
So just remember ladies that from your one moment of passion there may well be an Elle Woods type character bed bound with smudged mascara, gobbling down 8,000 calories worth of truffles whilst staring at your face on a dart board.