Untypically Jia: It's Amazing Men and Women Have Learned to Keep the Species Alive

Okay, please tell me that I'm not the only one that has to go through this. Whenever Matt and I watch a chick flick, he somehow turns into that little kid in Church who belongs to the parents that forgot to bring coloring books or a snack for him. So he sits and squirms in the seat, turns around and asks you questions, gets up and walks up and down the aisles and then starts picking his nose.

Anytime we watch a chick flick, Matt will almost instantly start acting weird. Several weeks ago I turned on this movie called The Timer, because it had Emma Caufield in it and she was Anya on Buffy - and who wouldn't want to watch that?

Midway through the movie, I look over to spot Matt licking his face to see where borderline of his goatee is.

Ten minutes later he's staring at me while he fake picks his nose.

Me: We really need children. Someone needs to genuinely placate you.

Okay, so I know that I do this a lot, but movies make me think. If I'm watching a movie about some couple and the wife loses a leg and the husband loves her anyway, I'm going to turn to my husband and ask if he would love me if I lost my leg. That's how women work. And men are supposed to answer, "Of course honey, I would love you no matter what."

Me: Hey, if we never met, would you . . .
Matt: Oh! I hate watching chick flicks with you! You do this every time we watch a movie.
Me: Hey! I just watched you clean your chin with your tongue and then fake pick your nose for ten minutes, you can endulge me this one thing!

And he did.

Cause he's a good husband.

Who watches chick flicks with me.

Unfortunately he's banned Nicholas Sparks movies from the house.

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