Of course my matchmaking mama has her own thoughts on that since she seems intent on shoving dating services under my nose each time I turn around. With my obvious reluctance to involve myself in heterosexual dating rituals, it wouldn't surprise me if she ordered a comely Vietnamese mail order bride soon. :P
Maybe Charming Calvin could dress up in a flowing ao dai and play pretend.
Finding that special someone can sometimes be the cosmic equivalent of striking that milion-dollar lottery against impossible odds. Sometimes no matter how much two people have in common, no matter how amazingly similar their tastes and proclivities lie, no matter that it seems fortuitously written in the karmic stars that they are meant to be together, there just doesn't seem to be that particular spark of chemistry that ignites love.
Fortunately for Jaunty Jared and Lanky Lex cuddling comfortably in their dark, secluded corner of their universe, there seems to be just that spark. Doubt even the cheesy one-hit-wonders of the 80s playing in rotation during the movie could distract the two from their cosy contented cocoon of newfound love ( no doubt shielded by the peculiar sounds of bells and whistles from Phillip Glass that they both adore ).
Did anybody see that?
Of course they could be indulging in heavy-duty petting for all I know :) Can't say I haven't given in to that urge time and again myself.
OMG! Now I have this odd imprinted image of the two canoodling in the Jumping Jalopy's backseat with Lex leaving a sweaty hand imprint on the windscreen ala Rose Dawson in the Titanic.
Unfortunately for the rest of us watching the movie ( when I wasn't stealing glances at the cooing couple ), neither Drew Barrymore and Hugh Grant could find that elusive spark in this sad romantic mismatch. Seriously, there's hardly enough combustive heat in all of the fractious Middle East to make the eminently likeable duo a believable couple. Half the time as they quarrel and banter, they seem more like lifelong best friends / colleagues who have accidentally stumbled into a misguided one-nighter in Music and Lyrics.
Doesn't mean the movie's a total disaster though. Drew Barrymore despite her understated, near wimpish role still manages to be an audience favourite since even the hardest heart would melt under that sweet, sunny smile - and Hugh Grant despite his divine antics and aging wrinkles still manages to squeeze out enough roguish charm and snappy one-liners to carry the film.