I'm a sucker for chick flicks.
I don't strike you as the type? Then you don't know me so well.
Behind this crusty, cynical, misanthropic exterior lies a mushy, soft-hearted romantic.
I just got back from Best Buy. I picked up a handful of movies, scoring only one of the three I had gone to get.
I missed out on Elf and Slap Shot but ordered them off eBay as soon as I got home.
Clutched in my chubby little fingers was a copy of The Holiday, starring Kate Winslet, Jack Black, Cameron Diaz and Jude (Rawr) Law.
It didn't reach critical acclaim. It wasn't a box-office smash hit. It will never replace Love Actually as my all-time favourite movie. And I've watched it on TV three times in the last three weeks.
But it is a cute, little holiday flick that warms the heart ... and makes me bawl my friggin' eyes out.
Essentially, it's about two women on opposite sides of the world — Los Angeles and London, England — who are career-driven and broken-hearted. They step outside their respective boxes, travel to each others homes in a holiday swap and spent Christmas on their own.
At least as long as it takes to fall madly in love with the men of their dreams, of course.
As independent, carefree and uncommitted as I am, there's still a tiny part of me that keeps the romantic fires burning.
So there The Holiday will sit, nestled next to 13 Going on 30, Clueless, The Break-Up and Rumor Has It.
Yeah, big Jennifer Aniston fan, too.
Argh ... just don't tell anyone. Let's keep it our little secret, OK?