Every year I go through the same charade. Each Christmas I settle down to watch Love Actually for the sole purpose of having a good old cry, usually I have something to cry about or I’ve at least have stored something up since August that will create a good old sob fest.  This year I went for a bumper session with ps I love you (yum Gerard), Love Actually and Bridget Jones. Which got me wondering…where are all these hopeless romantics hiding? If they’re out there somewhere where are they and are any of them actually single?

Despite being a cynical old cow bag at times when it comes to romance, who doesn’t want someone like Mark Darcy to like them  “Just the way they are” or be told by an Andrew Lincoln look a like that to them “you are perfect”? But these men don’t exist right? They’re just figments of romantic comedies and trashy novels.

I think my problem is I’m a dreamer, I like to think my Mr Right (a guy who looks like Gerard Butler but has the rest of the package too incidentally) is writing love notes to me in preparation for meeting me as I type this blog.

Having just had another round of “You’re a lovely girl but…” conversation I’ve decided that dreaming of these fictional characters is as close as I’m likely to come to finding my Mr Right instead of the Mr Right Now types I seem to attract. But as these are fictional characters I think that’s where they’ll be remaining – in fiction.

Dear Santa, please could I have Gerard for Christmas