Dear Diary,
It's hard to believe that Christmas is all over again. In many ways, it's like welcoming back my single life. I watched self-indulgent movies today like "Surviving Christmas," and "The Legend of Zorro." Why are these self-indulgent, you might ask. Well, the first is because few people enjoyed let alone even remember the first one. And when it came on, I recalled it being not very good at all. But after the viewing tonight, I rather identified with it a little bit. And the latter film was nice to remember what Zorro has meant to me. Antonio Banderas, too.
But the real joy in movie-watching tonight came a little earlier, with a showing of "Sherlock Holmes." Have I ever mentioned that I quite enjoy Robert Downey, Jr.? Well, he is remembered fondly as Damon Bradley, but I particularly fell in love with Iron Man. Holmes sealed my affection. But the thought of Damon Bradley reminds me of a discussion going on in the facebook world of Jane Austen.
The question is, does Mr. Darcy actually exist? If it were a question of whether there was actually a man upon which the character of Mr. Darcy is based in Jane Austen's life, then I might perceive it as an interesting discussion. But it doesn't appear to be. It appears to be a question of whether there is a Mr. Darcy out there for every girl. My immediate reaction is, "of course there is, don't be ridiculous." Just like there is a Damon Bradley out there. A more common name for him is "soul mate" I think.
Maybe it is a question without a definite answer, or one we single girls go back and forth on. We make up answers such as "If there were, wouldn't I have found him already?" or "What if I already let him go?" or my favorite, "He just hasn't found me, yet."
Anyway, New Year's Eve is coming. And it makes me sad tonight. I don't think I've ever spent such a holiday "with" someone.
Is there any remedy for that tomorrow?
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