Being a man has its advantages. Unfortunately, our ability to put our big feet in our even bigger mouths is not one, nor is our ability to correct the mistakes we all too commonly make.

This week I mistakenly shared a rather insensitive observation in the direction of my loved one. I didn’t say she looked fat, but I did comment on how easily she cries, which to me appears to be over the smallest of things.

I had dug a hole and I needed a get out of jail free card.

No matter how much I said I wouldn’t go, I knew a trip to the movies to watch ladies' favourite and lifestyle bible Sex and the City would sort this out. It seemed like the only personal sacrifice that would get me and my comments forgiven and forgotten. She knew I didn’t want to see it, and would therefore appreciate my willingness to comply with her wishes.

I had never seen the series, and from the trailer, could only anticipate this film as being an extremely glamorized chick flick - one that ridiculed men, encouraged shopping, and talked of marriage, babies, and commitment, something most men are not fans of discussing.

I decided to keep these thoughts to myself since I wasn't about to ruin the mood of this ‘event’ for my now joyful loved one. Plus it had been my idea, so I had to seem interested to pull it off. I decided to distract myself from the film with a mix of popcorn, tortillas and sweets. Happy days.

Or so I thought.

With the combination of ensuring we were early enough to get good seats and it being a hugely popular film amongst women, I had to witness 20 minutes of trailers which, to my increasingly sarcastic grin, were all for chick flicks. I could see the look on her face. She was overwhelmed with joy at the many films we could go to see, and I was certain she was convincing herself that having come to this one, I would be game for all of these other films.

Half the box of popcorn gone and so it began.

To my surprise, I was immediately engrossed. Yes it was glamorous and girly, and there was talk of shoes, diamonds and bags. But that was to be expected. Better yet, it was bearable and accompanied by some great one liners and some truly entertaining moments. The fantastic mix of characters and the different views on life, relationships and sex made for great viewing. The story was simple yet colourful, a metaphor I suppose for the films theme.

The film did have its emotional high and lows as well, which brought about a strange feeling of irony for me. While she was holding out, the film actually brought a tear to my eye, no doubt caused by the person behind me cutting onions. For someone who has been described as shallow on a few occasions that’s some achievement. Role reversal you might think, but I made sure I brought back the drought before she took her eyes off the screen.

And so surprisingly, I recommend this film to anyone. It’s a great date flick, actually enjoyable and definitely fun to watch. And for all my fellow men out there, I can safely say I’m still wearing the trousers, even if in this instance, I was the one with the damp eyes.

Here Is The Writer : The Idea Wall

The Idea Wall is a pseudonym for a 'think tank', a fresh, charming and humble young man who was born and raised in the capital. This whippersnapper's energy for experience provides the motivation to build his career in the financial sector, as well as pursue many an interest about which he may or may not inform. He can often be found on the weekends in his local pie & mash shop, preparing himself for the pain his support of a League One football team no one likes is about to cause him yet again.

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