An all-time low

I don't know if it was all the wedding kerfaffle or just sheer psychosis, but I watched The Notebook yesterday. And I liked it. No, if the horrible truth be told, I loved it. Somehow Ryan Gosling overcame the super-creepy impression left by Murder by Numbers and became a romantic hero. I may have even been attracted to him at some point during the movie. This is what I've been reduced to: Stick me in a dress for a few hours, parade me past wedding bands and flowers, and all of a sudden, I'm a girl.