I admit it. I love Nicholas Sparks books. The man understands what romance (albeit unrealistic) is all about. Each time I finish one of his novels, I'm all lovey dovey and kissy smoochy all day long and I want to talk all about the book with my hubs. One problem.
Hubs doesn't read.
So, if I want him to expereince the book, I have to wait for someone to make a movie out of it. Then I have to drag hubs to the theatre. Then he spends the entire movie explaning where the mistakes are, and how there's no way it's comfortable to have sex on a kitchen table like that. Or hygenic.
Before I continue with this story, I would like to list the last handful of movies that hubs and I have attended recently:
The Dark Night
I'm not saying I didn't want to see these movies, but you have to admit there's a pattern here.
Of male machismo. On a 40' screen. I'm just sayin'.
So last night hubs and I are watching television. A commercial for "Nights in Rodanthe" comes on. I mention that we should totally go see it Friday while we're in Iowa and have nothing going on.
Here's how the conversation went:
Me: We should totally go see Nights in Rodanthe tomorrow while we're in Iowa and have nothing going on.
Hubs: (raises eyebrows and snorts.)
Me: What? What's wrong with it? It's Richard Gere and his silvery hair and Diane Lane! And love and smooches!
Hubs: I'm catching up on Entourage tonight cuz Mom has HBO. You can go see it you want.
(I pause for a moment. I totally heart Entourage. But that's not the point right now.)
Me: (tossing hair and trying to look cute and pouty) I'm not going alone! Come on, it'll be so fun!
Hubs: (craning his neck to see TV around my head) The only people that go to movies like that are over 40, babe.
Me: (totally lying) I have friends who would love to see this movie!
Hubs: Then you have old friends. (Gives himself imaginary high five)
Me: (climbing on hubs lap to look him straight in the eye. You know, like you'd do to a dog who's not paying attention) I'm totally going to blog about this tomorrow morning, mister. People are going to comment about how much they love "Nights in Rodanthe" and side with me.
Hubs: And I bet they're all over 40.
So the battle is lost. I will have to wait to watch Richie Gere and Diane Lane to fall head over heels in love. And hubs wins.
It's all good though. The next time we have movie night at home, I'm going to make him watch "A Walk to Remember", "Message in a Bottle" and "The Notebook" in one sitting. That'll bring out the sensitive in him.
Or turn him gay.
And there's nothing wrong with that. Except I prefer him hetero.