I won't be converted

Richard Gere and Julia Roberts have a lot to answer for.

When Pretty Woman came out you could hear a collective sigh from women worldwide. It was completely unrealistic and disturbingly dark but yet so, so, so romantic.

A modern day fairytale that led all women to believe a man was possible of change and grand declarations of love.

It also meant relief – a Richard Gere for every woman just around the corner. Even if he did spot you on said corner wearing your finest Sunday track-pants, he would see something special and stop that limousine.

And for someone like me, this all-time classic was a glowing affirmation to remain the ‘die-hard romantic’ in the face of those trying to inflict the harsh realities of love in practice.

I can’t count the amount of times people have tried to convert me. Their exasperation clings to me like the sweet, fruity odour of a nearby alcoholic on a long tube ride. And their frustration just as palpable as a 15 minute tube delay on a Friday night home.

It’s not stubbornness calling. It’s just that I don’t want to change. I like fairytales. And really, I can’t see the harm in that.

After all, I am not hurting anyone. And I’m definitely not hitchhiking onto another popular rom-com and transforming into a forlorn, chain-smoking Bridget at home. I’m just getting on with it.

You see, for die-hard romantics like myself, we know it will be well worth the wait. So while you’re all getting impatient with the delay or choice of ride – we’re sitting back taking in the view.