my one weakness

I've kind of gotten addicted to PBS's "Larkrise to Candelford". I thought Daqus was being just plain old way too hard to get, especially in view of all the grand gestures of her latest suitor, the returned local boy made good who has built a hotel in town. For crying out loud, Daqus, I was saying; I can understand you're being particular but here you are at strike three and maybe your last shot at romance. And here he's built that town clock just to impress you, given the heave ho to his former and I might add stinking rich flame, and in so doing, surrendered up a fortune in lucrative properties. And then on top of that he's been letting his remaining business go to pot out of pining for you. Don't you get the message? Just what does a guy have to do to get through to you anyway? On further reflection, though, I think I'm getting her point of view. Daqus is not the sort of person to be swept off her feet with grandiloquent egotistical gestures. You move Daqus with honest sincere facing her and speaking your mind and your heart to her. I have begun to see that he, not she, is the knucklehead here in hiding behind his wealth and power to do the talking. Of course she sees that not only as cowardly but as an invitation to bondage which she, intelligent independent minded person she is, wants no part of it. I shall be giving him a piece of my mind on the next episode. Oh, to be addicted to chick flicks. It's my one weakness.