You know how you have that one movie that really speaks to you? The one that was maybe a box office disappoinment or fizzle? The one no one else liked or really understood, but that seems to express what you feel in ways you can never seem to put into words yourself? For me, that movie is THE OBJECT OF MY AFFECTION.If you haven’t seen it — and I find few people have — the story centers on Nina, a pregnant woman (my ever lovin’ number one female crush Jennifer Aniston) who, through a series of events, ends up shares her apartment with George, a recently dumped gay man (the adorable Paul Rudd). As their friendship grows, he falls in love with the idea of helping her raise her baby and she falls in love with him. Of course it can’t work out.

Yeah, I know…it’s cliche and predictable, but the actors really sell it for me and I can relate to so much of what Nina feels. She seems to say all the things I could never say to Gregg, and will never be able to say to anyone else ever.

Nina (on what constitutes a relationship): You have to pick one person and make it work.

Nina (to George who is obviously now in love with another man): I want you to be with me, I want you to marry me, I want you to love me the way that I love you.

Nina (to George, later): I want to look at you and not feel so hurt by you.

At one point in the film, Nina has a conversation with Rodney, an older gay man in love with Paul, a much younger man who has fallen for George, and effectively broken both Rodney and Nina’s hearts in the process:

Rodney: One shouldn’t be too hard on oneself when the object of one’s affection returns the favor with rather less enthusiasm than one might have hoped.

And then he delivers the line that brought tears to my eyes the first time I heard it and still does it every time I hear him and see the look on Nina’s face (which I imagine is the look I had on mine most of the years I spent with Gregg):

“Don’t fix your life so that you’re left alone right as you come to the middle of it.”

It’s true, folks. Nothing hurts like the realization you’ve fucked up like that. Take ol’ Uncle Dirk’s word for it and get your shit together post-haste.

Methinks posting after I’ve taken an early morning call from Gregg He-Whose-Name-Shall-Not-Be-Blogged is never a good idea, eh?