Yesterday Marco and I went to the mall, and we made a stop at Popcornopolis. We got a large bag of cheddar popcorn, and then discussed how we would sneak it into the movie theater. Marco suggested stopping somewhere to get little baggies and hiding them in my purse, as the original bag was too large. However, we decided to be good and go home to watch our Sunday shows. This Sunday was special, though. It was the season finale of The Bachelorette. Yes, we watch every episode of every Bachelor and Bachelorette, including the reunion shows. There are great recaps of every episode at Lost Angeles. It’s a funny blog by a guy who watches it with his wife.
When we got home, we settled on the couch to watch Emily choose her final guy. Anyone who’s been following this show knows that she feels a “connection” to Arie, but that Jef is the clear winner, despite the missing f. He’s nice, they have similar senses of humor, they can both shoot clay pigeons like nobody’s business, and he’s hot. A little tip: we are very likely to marry someone who we feel is like us; equal to us in looks, intelligence, and humor. Opposites don’t necessarily attract…we really just want another version of ourselves around.
Anyway, we were both sitting on the couch, on our respective sides. [Any time we trade sides it feels very strange.] Our couch is awesome. It has two recliners, with a seat in the middle. The middle seat NEVER gets used, unless I feel like cuddling, but it’s difficult to cuddle from the middle when he’s totally reclined. So we were both reclining, with the popcorn bag sitting on the middle seat. We each had a paper towel in our laps, and we were taking turns pouring popcorn onto the towels.
At some point, Marco felt the bag was going to spill all over the couch, so he moved it closer to his side and propped it up. The mood instantly changed. I gave him a warning look, because that popcorn was half mine, and now he was taking ownership of the bag. On my next refill, I held the bag on MY side and propped it up. Then he took it back, and we went back and forth like this, both of us suspecting the other was going to finish off the popcorn without sharing enough. He finally relented and graciously handed the bag to me when we were down to the last few kernels.
What struck me during this hour was that we were watching a TV show where the sole purpose is to find someone to marry. They go from one exotic locale to the next, alternately falling in love and getting dumped, just so they can finally find “the one” and end up sitting at home on the couch fighting with their spouse over who gets to hold the bag of popcorn.
Marco and I laughed over this, and I realized that this is what it’s all about. It’s not about the big romantic scenes; it’s about the quiet, funny, everyday life that we get to share with one another. I feel so lucky to have found “the one” who has a sense of humor like mine, and who loves me just as I am.