If we were a movie

Last week I was driving somewhere, flipping radio stations, and I heard a cute song by that annoying Disney chick, Hannah Banana or whatever her name is. Anyway, the catchy little tune's chorus was something about "if we were a movie, you'd be the right guy." And while I'm thinking she as probably talking about a Jonas brother or some other prepubescent kid, I decided it would be interesting if our lives were like a movie. Granted, life seldom gives you 90 minutes from meeting to happily ever after, but wouldn't it be fun to have sweeping music accompany major moments?

Last night I had a total movie moment. A Cinderella walking-down-the-stairs-and-catching-the-eye-of-the-Prince moment.

I was at a dinner, sitting in a ballroom surrounded by well-dressed people. There are literally hundreds of beautiful people there, sitting among white tablecloths, china and crystal.

I looked up, and walking in the door was a really attractive man, and he was looking straight at me. I raised my hand in greeting, just wanting to say hello. He walked across the room to my table, leaned down and whispered in my ear, "You are the most beautiful woman in the room. I've been waiting my whole life for you."

Ok, that last part's a lie. He did not say that. But he did really say, "You look awful fancy sitting over here."

Cue the music, I'm gonna swoon. He walked away, and as I'm sitting there, my knees weak, I hear the girl next to me say, "Hey, was that jerkface?"

Oh, did I forget to mention that it was LB? Yeah, the Prince is from the South and can be a jerkface. But even Cinderella had a script. The rest of us sometimes have to make due with corny lines.

Something else I learned from Cinderella? One shoe can change your life.

12 hours 'til the non-date. Stay tuned.