What Women Want

I haven't been to a movie in a long time, but there are MANY times when I'll see a trailer on TV and think, "Oh, I'd like to see that." This is true for the movie, P.S. I Love You. I've seen a bunch of trailers, and even though the reviews haven't been great, I think it looks cute.

But there's one trailer that bugs me a little. There's a clip where a man is asking Hilary Swank what women want, and she responds with something along the lines of, "We have no idea."

I don't think that's true. I think most women know exactly what they want. I mean, I know what I want for the most part, so maybe I'm just jumping to a conclusion in assuming that other women know, too. I want people to want me to be myself. I want people to see past my rough-around-the-edges exterior and get to know the softie that's hiding inside. I have a day-old-doughnut personality...the kind that's crusty on the outside, but still good everywhere else. I want to go through life at my own pace, whether it's breakneck speed or turtle-slow. I want to reach my own finish line in my own time. And I want to do it wearing really cute shoes.

I want to be the best I can be at everything and reserve the right to be in a bad mood every now and then and refuse to be a sex kitten because, well, hell, I just don't feel like it. I want to laugh more at life and problems but still be taken seriously.

I want to be surrounded by people who make meaningful promises and actually keep them. Marriage vows and promising to put away laundry are both examples of meaningful promises.

And every now and then, I want to have a day all to myself where I don't have to do anything. But that may take a coma, so I'm not sure about that...