Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Who says romance is dead?

Apparently not Joseph Dobbie as featured in today's Guardian and two thirds of e-mail inboxes around the world. He met a woman at a party and rather than just asking her out for a coffee he decided a firsst contact e-mail was a good point at which to mention that she made "time stand still" for him and that her smile was "the freshest of my special memories". The woman in question returned the favour by forwarding his e-mail to the four corners of the earth.

Well just for a change I was on BBC Leeds talking about it. It's kindof fun because it's all very Shakespearian the idea of someone under false presumptions declaring their undying love and then being made to look like an idiot. It's also a little odd though that someone should be so keen after a first meeting. Especially given he admits he was drunk at the time.

It's also funny how often the subject of "what women want" comes up. As if women are a totally homogenous group. If woman A wants flowers woman B must also want the same thing. And sometimes you even hear it about men too - that they all want the same thing - usually sex, big tits or a blow job, etc. This whole men-from-Mars, women-from-Venus thing is wildly unhealthy. As soon as we make assumptions about people based on gender (aside from "he's probably not pregnant") we're in deep water.

2 comments:

Sarah Louise Parry said...

I hate it when women are addressed as one in regards to their wants. For example, the likes of Bridget Jones don't represent that all women just wanna lose weight, give up smoking and run around in desperation if they are single for any longer than five minutes! Despite, the press constantly name-dropping it as being one of the best media texts that modern day women can relate to.

I like this story, though with the emailing. I got it together with my bf via email because I didn't have the guts to tell him face to face that I liked him... like that. Fair enough if this guy was just a drunken git that this woman wanted to expose to the world as nothing but a letch, but if it was all serious it's a bit sad isn't it? I don't think I could be that cruel.

Oooh, maybe if he spent the whole evening shooting anecdotes at my cleavage rather than my face, then perhaps I could forward his email on to the world and his wife. I work in a shop and male customers asking where stuff is, do have a tendency to be looking a bit too low-down on me for my face when they enquire where stuff is. So I guess if he did that: he's exposure-worthy!

Cruella said...

You do get some real creeps out there and the trouble with creeps is that they tend to work on the basis that women do all want the same thing. There was a guy used to come to more or less all of my comedy shows and buy me a glass of white wine which he'd give to me when I came off stage. Odd really because I usually drink beer and often don't drink at all after shows. Still he'd be wildly offended if I said no thanks.