Chick flicks should be illegal

Here I am, watching a movie (which I would deem pretty cheesy, even by my standards), and I find myself feeling all fuzzy inside, constantly looking at Re-bf with googly/doe eyes as he sleeps next to me; there he was, plain him, snoring up a storm, mouth gaping wide open, oblivious to the corny developments on the screen, and I'm looking at him like he's the most wonderful thing since Nutella!
I realized at what point chick flicks are wayyy too powerful and incite over-the-top stupid girly-sentiment in me and that I should watch these alone from now on, because Re-bf should not see me in such a weakened state, even if he IS the most wonderful thing since Nutella.