There’s a scene in the film “As Good As It Gets” when Jack Nicholson pays Helen Hunt one of the greatest compliments she has ever received. He says, in a fumbling way, that he has a condition where if he takes pills they could have a great improvement on his well being. But that he hates pills, with an emphasis on the word HATE. And his compliment is, after spending a day with her he decides to take the pills. She’s baffled and doesn’t know what to make of this compliment and then he delivers this great line to make it all come together, “You make me want to be a better man.” And that brings us up to speed to day ten.
With even the raunchiest of things I’ve heard come out of Jessica’s mouth, she’s still the sweetest person I know. She has a beauty that makes you feel warm and cozy, she says things like “oh my” and still feels uncomfortable about saying “black” when referring to the race in question. She prefers “African American.” That’s a sweetheart and that’s the kind of person we all strive to be. Good, honest and considerate. Well, except me. While Jessica can be the bubbliest and most heartfelt person I know, I’m by far the biggest asshole I know. I say stuff like “Get behind me douche bag” to an infant while waiting in line for ice cream at Rite Aid because I was clearly was in front her and I need my fix of chocolate malted crunch. I don’t care if it is 9am. I’m already pissed because they ran out of pecan praline and now I have to get another chocolate ice cream on top of my rocky road instead of the diversity that I wanted in my pint.
I also yell at retarded people in the movie theater when they’re talking. I pretend and say “I didn’t know they were retarded at the time.” But I’ll tell you right now, I’d do it again. Nobody ruins New Moon for me even if it is a shitty movie. Anyway, while I tell Jessica on a regular basis that I hate her and make fun of her bad B.O., which she totally doesn’t have I just say this because again for the cheap seats, “I’m an asshole!” I know she’s the epitome virtue. She makes you smile with her smile and even when you feel like she’s forcing one, it still looks genuine. I’d like to think that even her smiling, makes herself smile. But she’s an oxymoron that one. She’s adorable and sexy within the same instance. She takes your heart on a whim through a childlike adventure and still manages to find the time to be tempting. It’s a very impossible combo to achieve, like two flavors of chocolate being mashed together *sigh*, but she pulls it together in such a lovely way that I begin to force feed my impertinent self those proverbial pills and say “You make me want to be a better man.”
Happy Birthday Jessica and thanks for putting up with my ill mannered character, as only you could, to be apart of this project. I hope you have a incredible day.