This weekend I re-watched Something’s Gotta Give and It’s Complicated. And I made a great quiche while wearing sweatpants. Do you want to have sex with me yet?
These are two movies that I can’t help but watch EVERY TIME they are on. What is better than two movies about older divorced women finding love again? They’re both extraordinarily beautiful older women who are wildly successful, but haven’t dated in 10 years. The picture of this new female figure gives me hope. And a little bit of fear. Mostly fear about the 10 years part. That’s a long time to go without you know what. Wait, you do know what “you know what” is, right?
I’m not a child of divorce. My parents have been happily married for 40 years. While I would not have it any other way, it scares the crap out of me. My parents threaded the needle. Can I ever have anything like they have? I just want to marry a nice gorgeous Jewish boy who’s read more than I have and adores everything I do. Does that make me crazy? Seriously, try the quiche. It’s amazing.
Since my parents have unfairly saddled me with the agony of their undivorced union, I turn to Lifetime, Oxygen and Bravo for my real therapy. The hope comes from lessons from Meryl Streep and Diane Keaton – you can find love at any age. You can lead a normal and happy life (even if it’s not my parents with their normal and happy life). The new romantic comedy is about strong women who are complete and happy on their own. Love is an added bonus that finds you when you are remodeling your house or when your daughter dates an older guy who has a heart attack in your home in the Hamptons. You know, totally normal stuff.
Recently, my new age mom gave me a rock that is supposed to encourage marriage and love. It was sweet, but I was a little offended. Does she think I’m not okay on my own? Cuz I am. Just like the leading ladies in both those movies, I really do want love, but on my terms. When I’m in my 50s, I hope to be happily married and I hope it’s an incredible life long love. But I’m not running out to remodel my house. But if all else fails, I will always have a rock. And my sweatpants, duh.
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