Taking a cue from an ex- who believed in indulging the pain to make it go away, we have invested in a whole lot of movies on the far chance that we’d need to drown our pain in someone else’s sorrows. Actually it works.

So we watched ‘Bridget Jones’ diary’ last week for the second time in a month. We have several favorite moments in this movie (most of which include the delectable Firth in the frame) but we really lurrrrves the song underscoring the bish-bashing scene between Firth and Grant.

It’s raining men…hallelujah!

This might be our theme song at the moment…oh probably has been for a very long time indeed. Dreamcatcher wondered sometime back if it mightn’t be just men that are comittment-phobic. We tends to agree with her (as we do most often…we thinks this girl is a star in the making). We suspects we might actually be enjoying the rush of testosterone that seems to have engulfed us this year.

But men, oh men, men….

The one we really likes either does not know we exist or doesn’t care that we do
The one we actually respects and does not treat as lab specimen, wonders why we doesn’t flirt with him
When we says we is leaving, they sigh in relief
And then look around in bewilderment with “What, you actually left?”

This species causes us much mirth…and heartache too.

And having said all that, we have a song that we will sing (from the rooftops if it ever happens!) to the one who will finally be THE ONE.

There are places I remember all my life,
Though some have changed
Some forever, not for better
Some have gone and some remain.
All these places have their moments
Of lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I loved them all.

And with all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these mem’ries lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new
And I know I’ll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I’ll often stop and think about them.
In my life I loved you more.

And I know I’ll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I’ll often stop and think about them.
In my life I loved you more
In my life I loved you more

Thank you John, Paul, Ringo and George for singing our soul long before we was even born or learnt to feel. This is really how we will feel…and we knows it even before it can happen (if it ever will…but ah, we’s optimistic). And when it happens, we’ll be out in the streets singing. And it won’t be about the weather, this time.