My Heart Is an Idiot

I never saw Davy Rothbart's movie, My Heart Is an Idiot, when it came out, but I watched the preview a few times and it seems like a really sweet movie. Even though I don't consider myself a hopeless romantic, I know that I can identify with at most of the things he is saying. Those questions you ask yourself at the beginning, the doubt that comes along slowly, the flutters, the excitement, and the agony. It's been a while since I've felt any of these things, but I can remember, and I think that my heart, too, is an idiot.