Last night, Rob and I spread out all the DVDs we’ve purchased over the last week with the intent to choose one for our viewing pleasure. I noticed Rob kept putting my movies aside and pointing at the one’s he choose, “How about this movie about Indians on a reservation?”
“How about Kiss me Deadly?”
“Or this one about a street gang growing up in the 60’s?”
Finally we decided on The Big Lebowski. Just as Rob was placing it into the DVD player, I said, “What about The Saddest Music?”
I think Rob realized that I desperately wanted him to see one of my movies and so he relented.
“Look, let’s give it 5 minutes, if you can’t get into it, we’ll put on the Big Lebowski, deal?”
“Deal”
And oddly enough, he got into it and started to laugh. I wasn’t sure what he would make of it but I think he liked it. Regardless, I feel like I won– I got him to see one of the kooky-ass movies I love. I just hope this isn’t the last one.