So lately I've gotten hooked on Itazura Na Kiss, an Anime by the late Tada Kaoru, and which is the perfect example of the kind of romantic comedies I enjoy so much. Lately (by which I mean the past year or so) I can't (i.e. I'd rather not) stomach drama, because I cry enough as it is, and have gravitated towards romances and comedies (and romantic comedies are my favorite by default), because they make me laugh and feel good, which is exactly what I need right now.
I need more laugher in my life--and Itazura Na Kiss provides me with just that.
I absolutely adore the story, and wait with bathed breath for the next episode to come out (I'm irked that there isn't more stuff about this Anime online--although I guess it's because it's so recent). I'm also quite enthralled by the main character--one Irie Naoki (a.k.a. Irie-kun), who is the main reason behind this post:
You see, I've long noticed a pattern in the guys I tend to like (fictional or not), and so I started wondering why I'm so fascinated by the "cold, serious, yet secretely kind-hearted" type of men.
If you're an Anime and Austen fan as myself, you'll understand what I'm talking about; take a close look at the following list:
- He-who-shall-stay-unnamed
- Mr. Darcy (Pride & Prejudice)
- Terry Granchester (Candy Candy)
- Ishida Yamato
- Yuki Eiri (Gravitation)
- Michael Moscowitz (Princess Diaries)
- Chiaki Shinichi (Nodame Cantabile)
Except for the [rather] notorious fact that Yuki is gay, they all have in common as follows:
- A bad temper
- Really smart
- Serious (but enjoys tormenting his girl)
- Troubled
- Loner
- Arrogant
- Has trouble showing or talking about his feelings
- Good-looking (usually dark-haired , with beautiful eyes)
Ideally, a girl's perfect guy would be... well, perfect. Everyone wants a caring, thoughtful guy to want them, care for them, need them and love them. The "knight in shinning armor" that comes to their rescue and fights for them without fail.
I, however, am a masochist.
Although fairy tales are nice, perfection grows boring after a while, I think. And I, apparently, am a sucker for flawed men.
I don't know what it is about these tormented, kind-of-byronic heroes (and I say kind of because real byronic heroes really are jerks) that fascinates me so; I guess I don't need an overly romantic guy to tell me they love me all the time. Their subtle and rare demonstrations of love are more than enough, and even more precious because they are so subtle and rare: it's what makes them special.
That is not to say, of course, that I dom't like nice guys. In fact, they make my heart skip a beat more often than not, but you know, there's something about bad boys that is very... sexy.
Isn't there?