First off, let me start here. I am absolutely nowhere in the realm of understanding the differences between men and women. I'm not writing this entry to give people any solid advice about how to boost their performance in their relationship. So please, keep your comments away from drilling me over the dynamics of rights and wrongs concerning anything having to do with romance, and such. I do not need your diatribe on how to maintain a balanced relationship.
That said, I recently watched The Notebook a few weeks ago with a very close female friend of mine, and to be quite honest - it was literally one of the greatest movies I have ever seen. Now, you might think that I'm soft in the britches having admitted to something so...un-manly, but before you start questioning the existence of my ball-sack, hear me out. Going against the invisible and undefined sacred man-code, a lot of men I know have actually stayed awake through a watching of The Notebook with their lady friends - which is usually described as a sad, and depressing moment from the man's perspective.
In a sense, watching a chick-flick is like seeing a ghost, for a man. He tells you about it with a blank, and confused look on his face, but you never believe him; the whole while you're getting goose-bumps. You never believe him because, like a ghost, only the people who witnessed the event were the people who were around to witness the event. A ghost never appears in-front of a significant amount of people, the same way a man watching a chick-flick is never witnessed by other men. These are legends, fables, and folk-lore; tales told of the horrific ordeals men go through to build stronger bonds with their women. He tells you as if to somehow warn you of the dangers that await men who venture down the dark, and treacherous path of chick-flicks. "Be it death for any man fooled into the trickery of movie night. For the foulest of dooms await the souls of men who heed not the warning." In what dimension is possibly getting laid the "foulest of dooms"?..
Look fellas, watching a chick-flick has nothing to do with watching a pair of scissors chop your nuts loose. It wont make you any less of a man by showing genuine interest in what your lady is interested in. If Rambo: First Notebook is ever released, great...but until then, compromises are going to have to be made. If you hate chick-flicks because you're afraid you might actually enjoy them, ask yourself how much cooties mattered after you got laid for the first time. You've got to be open minded, fellas. When I watched The Notebook, I wasnt on some gloomy and detached shit like, "Ok...if you insist." I genuinely wanted to watch the movie, and in the end, I was a lot better for it. Not only did it expand my interest in movies, but also my interest in my exceptionally beautiful lady friend. I viewed into the intricate workings of love, and the labors expressed to achieve the endless bond. The scene where Allie follows the arrows into the room where an easel and canvas are set up for her to paint gave me chills, fellas. I dont know about any of you, but I want to know shit like that about the woman I fall in love with, and work towards bringing those dreams to life for her; thats some epic shit that'll swoon any woman.
In my opinion, watching a chick-flick helps a man become even that much more of a man. It shows that you're not influenced by anything outside of yourself. If your buddies call you a pussy for it, tell them that you got some pussy for it; and if they're anything close to the men that they claim to be, they'd be smart and do like-wise. I'm not afraid to admit it, fellas. And not to say that watching chick-flicks will ultimately lead to you getting laid, but showing your tender side might actually lead to a better connection with yourself - which breeds confidence, and women certainly do have a thing for confident men.
-Frank
