The Way We Were

Remember how my last car was named Redford? Remember how KWag & I skipped class to hear him speak in the De Jong concert hall when we were freshman? I'm not exactly sure where my facination with Robert Redford began, but I'm quite certain it stemmed from a few late night viewings of The Way We Were. I love that movie. I love Robert rowing. I love his hair and his uniform. I love that Barbra has her hair ironed. I love that their relationship isn't perfect, nor does it end happily ever after. I love that they live on the beach. There is something unfair about portraying a relationship like that on film. I'm never going to be happy with a husband who comes home from work asking me how my day was and what's for dinner. No, I want to be sitting on my deck wrapped in a terry cloth robe overlooking the beach to see Robert running through sand. I want him on my couch with a v-neck sweater and a pair of jeans telling me how beautiful I am. Yes, I am officially ruined. At any rate, Kimmy and I watched the movie again this afternoon and it renewed my faith in MANkind & sappy romance.