At least there will be more room for my shoes now

My good friend Jake frequently accuses me of being a closet hopeless romantic. He claims that my tough-girl façade is, well, a façade. I've long suspected he may be right, but have thus far rejected the idea of admitting it to anyone.

I've got a bit of an upper respiratory infection, so last night I decided to order in sushi, my favorite sick food, and watch a movie whilst swilling Nyquil. The movie I decided on? Win a Date with Tad Hamilton. If you don't know the premise, I'll explain.

Rosalee (Kate Bosworth) and Pete (Topher Grace) have been friends all their lives. For most of that time, he's been in love with her, but afraid to tell her. Rosalee wins a date with Holly wood star Tad Hamilton (Josh Duhamel, and um, YUM) and is, naturally, very excited. Tad Hamilton decides she's a good influence on him and decides to move to her small town to get his priorities straight. Pete is not happy about this development.

So I'm watching. Sure, it's enjoyable but it's not blowing my mind. Then there's the scene. The one where they're at the bar, and Tad Hamilton needs to go to the bathroom (and yes, when he went into the stall I said to myself, "Number 2 in a bar? Really?"). Anyway, Pete busts in on him and starts grilling him on Rosalee's little quirks, none of which Tad has noticed.

He starts a speech that begins with, "Do you know Rosalee has six different smiles?" and then goes on to explain each one. And folks, I melted. Into a big, sappy, messy, gooey puddle. Sure, it was over-the-top, but it was cutie-patutie Topher Grace and dammit, I want someone to notice how many smiles I have. No, I'm not going to buy the movie on DVD, but I'll probably watch it on TNT some weekend afternoon.

After all of these years, I'm finally out of the closet. I am, and probably always will be, a hopeless romantic.