I was 17 when I met my first girlfriend. On our second date, we rented a movie. I really thought it would be a home run if I rented
The Jerk. All my friends loved
The Jerk. Of course, all my friends were guys who had no girlfriends either.
I was laughing hysterically at Steve Martin (HE HATES THESE CANS!), but she wasn't laughing. I gave her a Geez-I-Blew-It kind of shrug. She just looked at me. Then she leaned over to say something, and—WHAM—we kissed right there. We kissed all the way through the credits and into the snowy stuff at the end of VHS tape. Kissing kissing, kissing.
There's something about
The Jerk. It's the most romantic movie ever.