Only some of you will get this

You know what the weirdest sound in the world is? A contact pushing out an air bubble. It makes this kind of sticky, popping noise. It's really weird.

Pride, Prejudice & Great Expectations?

Who has seen the latest Pride & Prejudice movie with Keira Knightly in it? I watched it 3 times and I'll tell you why. The first time, I was not really thrilled with it. I have the A&E version made in 1996 that is 6 hours long and covers the novel much more thoroughly. I was disappointed at how much was neglected in the recent version.

But, there was something in it I liked that I couldn't put my finger on, so I watched it again. After the second time, I realized that what I liked was the chemistry between Elizabeth and Darcy. It was much more electric than that of the miniseries. In fact, although Mr. Darcy was not as classically good-looking as the one in the miniseries, I found his manner more charismatic and charming. In fact, at the scene where he walks across the field in the early morning, I think I actually stopped breathing for about a minute. Every romantic fiber in my being was entranced.

The third time I watched it just for fun. Many girlish sighs ensued.

I have a quandry about my reaction. I sighed, not just because it was romantic and my reaction is probably like most other red-blooded females, but because I find myself missing that electricity - that element of utter romance - that knowledge that someone is so emotionally distraught over me.

My fiance is a "man's man." Emotions are signs of weakness and only logic is welcome. Crying is a definite no and "feelings" are too wishy-washy to be trusted, so why have them? I doubt he's every been emotionally distraught because he doesn't allow himself to "emote." I'm saddened by this. Not just for me, but for him. Living without emotion is a shame in my mind.

Am I living in a dream world? Have I watched too many romantic movies and read too many romance novels for my own good? Have I illogiacally based my ideas of love on fairytales? Are my expectations of romance too great? Am I building my love life's foundation on a shifting pile of river rocks rather than a solid, reality-based cement block?

Fairytales are for children. Children grow up and grow out of them. Why then do I keep believing they could come true?

Is my life to be Dickens' Great Expectations, or Austen's Pride & Prejudice?