I’m sure a few ladies out there will “Tsk tsk” me over my thoughts on this one, but as I head out tonight with girlfriends for Mexican food and a showing of “Valentine’s Day,” I couldn’t help but share. You see, in every couple’s relationship, there are quirky rules. And one of them in the Werner household is the “No Chick Flick” Rule. For Nick, that is. Not me.
I love to tell people about a movie I adore but then I hate to watch it with them. ‘Cause for the next 120 minutes, I’m inside my head wondering what’s going on in THEIR head, monitoring their reaction the whole time, thinking things like: “Okay, WHY DIDN’T YOU LAUGH THERE? That was SO funny!” or “Uh oh… okay, he just frowned. That is not good. He must hate this movie. Abort, abort, ABORT!”
I discovered this mind-game with Nick early in our relationship. Specifically how it could dampen a viewing of my favorite chick flicks. Like when I asked him to watch “Love Actually” with me. He relented. Then, after 2 hours of me watching his response to every scene, said “Eh, it was OK.”And yawned. OKAY?! THE SWEETEST CHICK FLICK EVERY MADE WAS JUST OK?! AND YOU JUST YAWNED AFTER IT?!
I gave up on Operation Make Him Love This Movie shortly after. Which means it’s been years since I’ve asked my husband to watch a chick flick with me. AND I AM OKAY WITH THAT. Now there is a whole stack of movies in our house only I touch. And when I’ve finished watching “The Notebook” for the 112th time, I don’t have to hide sniffles from a guy who greets this kind of mushy stuff with a series of eye rolls.
I mean, we can’t all be married to THIS Nick, now can we?

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