So, I had been putting off watching the Parks & Recreation wedding episode because I’ve been nothing but a big ball of hormones and I knew that at some point it would turn me into a puddle of tears and nothingness. (Secret: I am actually a 13 year-old girl who cries at fictional weddings for fictional people. Whoever told you I was almost 25 was lying.)
But…my boyfriend and I were hanging out at home last night, making dinner and drinking a few bottles of wine — and I wanted to watch it (so I could watch the next episode, duh) but didn’t at the same time, because crying in front of your boyfriend over fictional weddings is the most cliche womanly thing you can possibly do, right? Chris doesn’t like TV — “I don’t get it” — and he especially doesn’t understand “appointment TV” — “What’s the point of getting so invested?” But he likes Ron Swanson (because he is Ron Swanson, if you substitute woodworking for metalworking) and he agreed to watch.
I was clenching/grabbing everything I could to prevent myself from crying: My toes, the couch, the remote, my wine glass. But then the stupid little wedding scene happened and, although I didn’t cry, it must have done something to my boyfriend because he put down his wine glass, turned to me, and gave me the biggest puppy dog eyes and a big ol’ smooch.
Hah! He finally had an emotional reaction to TV! I win :’)