Mark Darcy

Did you watch Bridget Jones Diary – Edge of Reason? It’s a chick flick, I know. But, hey, those Brits Chick Flicks are very good, you know…

Well, for those of you who haven’t seen it, it’s good. The story revolves around this obsessive girl, named Bridget (Renee Zellweger).

She thinks she’s in love, with her boyfriend Mark Darcy (Colin Firth). Every single day she wakes up with a smile, she would stare at her boyfriend in his sleep and he would mutter something about not wanting to be stared at in his sleep to her. Yes, she was crazy about him. After all, there’s nothing about him that she shouldn’t be crazy about. He’s smart, good looking, and he’s good in bed (so she said). Plus, he’s the typical good boy who knows how to make his parents (especially his Mom) happy.

There are some things that Bridget has been obsessing about though. Mark Darcy is not an affectionate guy, and sometimes she thinks he’s ashamed of her behavior. She also thinks that he did not appear to have any plans to marry her. And last but not least, she thinks he’s having an affair with his very beautiful colleague.

As well predicted, she decided to break up with the wonderful boyfriend and somewhere along the way in her miserable single life, she ran into her ex-fling, Daniel Cleaver (Hugh Grant). A dashing TV host. Someone with the good looks and charm that melts even the coldest hearts.

How things turned out? Well, as any other chick flick, the hero would of course win the battle in the end. In short, Bridget found her way back with Mark. Happy ending.

Silly movie, really. But why did I cry at least three times during the movie?
I feel, I AM somewhat like Bridget. A silly girl who does not even recognize her own strengths and weaknesses, a loud girl who just does not know when to shut up, someone who always feels insecure about herself, someone so crazy about a guy that she thinks desperate measures needed to be taken while all those acts only drove her away from her true love. I feel I AM Bridget, in one way or another.

I too have my own personal Mark Darcy. Someone who is really smart and handsome, very ambitious, not affectionate, does not seem to have any plans to jump into a commitment, and always makes me jealous with his colleagues, etc.

The similarity seems uncanny, yet it’s so true.

After I walked out of the theater I couldn’t help thinking. Why did I love my Mark Darcy so much then? Yes, like in the movie, my own Mark never showered me with love words, but he did shower me with all the attention I need. He too did not seem to care while in fact he was terrified to death at a single prospect of losing me.

Then why did Bridget have a fling with someone other than her Mark if she’s so in love with him? Her answer will be the same as mine:
Because we do NOT know just how much they love us.
And that hurts.

Loving someone so much hurts.
It even hurts more to not know if he loves you back the same way.

To my Mark Darcy; “It’s never said enough.”

And to those who hasn’t seen the movie. Go see it. It’s a good one. I promise you, it’s one of the best chick flicks I've ever seen.