Saturday, August 20, 2011
Waiting for Mr. Darcy
Ah, yes. He is incredibly handsome.
I forgot how much I love "Pride and Prejudice". Though I admit that I don't find Colin Firth that attractive. I prefer the other Mr. Darcy - Matthew Macfadyen. He is yummy.
I know that I am waiting for my "Mr. Darcy", a man that will confess his love for me in the rain, even if he uses the wrong words - as long as his words are genuine. There's a certain loveliness about the 18th century etiquette; the way that a man stands when a woman enters the room and bows to her, the way that they dance and how everything socially is built around dancing with a man - it is how they show a male that they are interested, since most of the time young women were supposed to appear as if they didn't want to marry. A young lady would meet a young man at a dance and it they found it each agreeable, they would dance most of the night. He might call on her a few times and it he chooses, the young gentleman will ask for her hand and they will be engaged. She would be able to refuse, but it seems better than some of our wasteful dating. I would love to have my "Mr. Darcy" trying to speak with me as we danced back and forth in a line. Their dancing had so much more taste that some of the modern dances we see among young people.
I do love Mr. Darcy.
Not to forget of writing... I am currently not wanting to do much of the sort. The idea of spending hours searching more agents and querying makes me a little ill. I'll give it some time. I don't want to focus on it.
I am content to dreaming about dancing with Mr. Darcy and forgetting all of my troubles for a time.