You Think You Know Somebody....
Peter and I have been married for nearly twelve years. Even having spent that length of time together, we still sometimes find out surprising information about each other. Yesterday, we had a double dose of this amusing phenomenon.
Me: What are you watching?
Me (Eyeball a shlumpy looking Sylvester Stallone in a rumpled suit): I dunno, the last Rocky movie?
Me: No way! Did you not think I would want to watch that?
Peter: Honestly, no. It never crossed my mind. It's a boxing movie.
Me: I LOVE boxing movies.
Peter: But it's a washed-up boxer movie.
Me: Those are the best kind.
Peter: But it's a Rocky movie.
Me: I LOVE Rocky movies.
Peter: You don't!
Me: I do! One of my favourite childhood memories involves going to the movie theatre to see that one where he fought the Russian.
Here followed profuse apologies. I'm not terribly put out, I just thought it was funny that he would just think my default position was anti-Rocky.
Peter: Why are you creating a Facebook account?
Me: Oh, because my dad has one.
Peter: Are you going to add me as a friend?
Me: You don't have a Facebook account.
Peter: I do so.
Me: Are you kidding?
Peter: No, I really do have a Facebook account.
Me: You are the last person I'd expect to have a Facebook account.
Here followed my digging myself deeper and deeper into a hole about my rational behind that thought. I really don't even remember what I said. I just know I didn't express myself very well.