Highlighter Stars.

I’m currently suffering from a cold, much to my annoyance. I hate colds with a passion. As do most people, I suppose. Usually the only redeeming feature about having a cold is being able to curl up on the sofa all day and watch trashy television, while being snuggled under a blanket. But due to the lack of sofas in our house in Brighton, I’ve had to sit on a garden chair. Yes, a garden chair. Not the height of comfort or style, I’m sure you’ll agree, but it’s all we’ve got so I had to deal with it.

All that, however, is besides the point. The point is that I watched 2 episodes of Sex and the City this evening. I’d never seen it before I returned to Brighton, and have now seen 5 or 6 episodes. I quite like it, in a mind-numbing trashy chick TV sort of way. But I think that’s all it’s meant to be, so it’s okay.

The episode that I just watched featured Carrie and Mr Big having an argument about Big going to Paris, and then Big turning up at Carrie’s door later that evening and sweeping her off to the bedroom to ‘make love’ (her words, not mine). Does this happen in real life? I’ve pondered this before, after I read Forever in Blue, the last in Ann Brashare’s Travelling Pants series of books. Unfortunately, I can’t remember what happened to make me ponder this back then, but I think it had something to do with Lena and Kostos, and the fact that they both happened to turn up at their secret meeting place in the middle of the night. It all seems so romantic and wonderful, yet also highly improbable. I’ve never met a male that I think would do such a thing. Although maybe the idea is that the most unlikely person would do it, and therefore you’d be even more swept off your feet. I’m not sure.

I do confess to once driving to someone’s (yes, that someone was male) house in the middle of the night in order to talk out an argument with them, since arguing with them via MSN was making matters worse. I’d like to say that my act of sheer dramatic-ness solved all our problems, but it didn’t. Maybe it did for that evening, but it didn’t solve anything in the long term. Besides, I didn’t go to be romantic. I went because I was pissed off. I’m not sure that’s how this whole ‘turning up on the doorstep/at the same place’ thing works.

Being quite stereotypically girly when it comes to matters of romance (though only some matters, and I hate to admit even that much, so I suppose I can’t be too bad about it), I love the idea of someone realising that they love me and turning up on my doorstep to confess their love to me. Or even just to have sex with me, I’m not that choosy. But will it ever happen to me? Are the people who write these things in fiction basing them on real life, or what they’d like to have happen in their real life? Surely it must have happened to someone, somewhere, at some point in the history of the world? And if that is the case, what’s to stop it happening to me one day?

So, love of my life, if you’re out there and reading this, feel free to come and knock on my door. I’ll be waiting for you.