So, in romantic comedies, one of the most common plots is that someone will find someone they like, and hound them obsessively until the other person gives in and dates them. Which is creepy in real life and not romantic at all.

But one thing I’ve noticed about working in entertainment for so long is that nothing gets done without constantly hounding people and reminding them you exist and making yourself the center of their universe and showing up at their house in the middle of the night every night for six years, each night bringing a more beautiful pony than the night before, until eventually the project gets done.

And I thought my god, these movie writers have had to do this to get a movie made in the first place. They don’t know any other way. Of course that’s how they’re going to write romance. It all makes sense now.