Realism and Romanticism Are At War Inside Me

I'm a practical person. I understand that life is not like the movies, and love isn't always romantic. Unfortunately, I am hard-wired to secretly (not so secretly anymore) pine for romance.

So, yesterday, I'm at home, relaxing and watching I Love The 90's:Part Deux. I love Michael Ian Black and Hal Sparks (I'd like to keep him in my pocket). I was feeling very jolly as the show went to commercial break. Then THE commercial started.

A couple is lying in bed, the woman sleeping, and the man jumps out of bed, opens the window and retrieves a package (the scene is set to the sound of a fragile voiced woman singing "I just want to tell you that I'm always thinking of you"). The package is a diamond necklace. The man lovingly looks at the woman, and places the necklace on her chest, and pretends to sleep. The woman jumps up, grabs the necklace. Recognition of the romantic gesture causes her to smile, as she lays back down so that she and her lover can gaze into one another's eyes.

I wept. Copiously. And I don't even like diamonds.

Fuck you diamond company. Now I feel inferior to a commercial couple that aren't even in love. Stupid romance. Stop making me feel like a sucker.