It Happened One Night
It’s that time again! This is another Movie Title Madness story. If you missed the first one, you can read it here. Since Valentine’s Day is upon us, I decided to put the titles of Romantic Comedies into my story. This time I have left the titles in tact. So if the movie is “My Big Fat Greek Wedding” (which is NOT in the story), it would read something like… “on our way to my big, fat, Greek wedding, we were mobbed by a herd of zombies.” Although I must say that this is not my usual style of writing, it seemed to fit the theme. The Monster (aka my daughter) was very disappointed that there was no death or mayhem in this story. I’ll try harder next time.
There are 25 movie titles woven into this 610 word flash. How many can you find?
It Happened One Night
“A blind date! On Valentine’s Day!” I shouted.
“It could be true love, you never know,” Sally said.
She had to be the most clueless human on the planet if she thought love actually worked that way. I was fuming.
It had all started at my best friend’s wedding, when Harry met Sally. They were head over heels and from that day forward she was on a personal mission to find me the perfect man so I wouldn’t be the last lonely hag on Earth. I swear I must have gone on at least fifty first dates—everything from doctors to teachers to mechanics, but I finally drew the line at the bounty hunter. Seriously. Dog had nothing on this freak. I told her I was done. And she accepted it. Until…
Right after the new year. She must have made it one of her resolutions because she hounded me unrelentingly. Every time I turned around, there she was with a phone call, a text, an email. At first she was gentle. “It’ll be fun,” she’d say. “Just go with it.” Then it turned whiney then it went to full-scale rants that usually ended with something along the lines of, “Because I said so!”
Finally my will was broken, my resistance worn down, and I accepted. I was exhausted. She was elated. She even came over early that night to help me get ready. I must have tried on at least twenty-seven dresses before finding one we agreed on. She kept insisting on a low-cut slip dress.
“But you look so pretty in pink.”
I refused to wear pink on Valentine’s Day on principle alone. I ended up going with something borrowed from my sister. Borrowed being a relative term considering it had been hanging in my closet for two years. It was a simple, black wrap dress that hugged my curves but didn’t reveal too much skin.
“Do you feel beautiful?” she asked.
“Definitely. Maybe. I think so. Yes.” It didn’t matter either way because there was no way I was changing again. She hugged me, wished me luck, and left.
As I applied the final touches to my make-up, the doubts started again. It would be just my luck to have him show up in a Pinto, or on a freaking motorcycle, or not show up at all. I thought I might be sick. By the time the doorbell rang I was about ready to call the damn thing off, but I opened the door and my jaw dropped. He was gorgeous—sun-kissed skin, sandy hair, and eyes the color of the sea. My knees were weak and it was all I could do not to grab him right there and press my lips to his.
But I controlled myself and he proved to be a perfect gentleman. At the end of the night he walked me to my door and he kissed me. I’m a pretty woman and it’s not like I’d never been kissed, but I sure as hell had never been kissed like that. It wasn’t a thanks-for-the-decent-time-maybe-I’ll-call-you-sometime kind of kiss, but a heart-stopping-mind-blowing-angels-are-singing-fireworks-are-bursting-soul-wrenching kind of French kiss. I could have died happy right then and there.
Thank God I didn’t. Three weeks later came the proposal.
We talked dates and locations, music and lyrics, but it took no time to decide there would be no rehearsals for the wedding singer, no tasting of cakes, neither something old, nor something new.
“Only you,” he said. “That’s all I need.”
We packed our bags and took the next flight out.
You know what they say, “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas,” except maybe this once.
Just like last time, there is a prize. Whoever guesses the most movie titles correctly will win a dozen Amazon bucks ($12.00 USD). It may not smell as nice as a dozen roses, but whatever you buy with it will last much longer.
Guesses must be posted in the comment section of THIS post. If there is a tie or if the comments get crazy (as defined by me) for any reason, I’ll simply default to Random.org to select a winner for me. This contest is open to anyone with a valid email address (since that’s how I send the gift card).
You have until midnight (EST) on Monday, February 13, 2012, to enter. The winner will be posted sometime on Tuesday, February 14, 2012, along with the titles of the 25 movie titles.
If you have any questions, please post them in the comments and I’ll answer as quickly as I can.