After we tuck our kids into bed, mi Amor and I morph into couch potatoes and watch TV until our eyes succumb to sleep. (We usually last an hour; it's pathetic.) He skillfully controls the remote: fast-forward. stop. play. Perfectly edited and commercial free, no one has better DVR skills. No one.
We usually watch old episodes of Arrested Development or new episodes of Obsessed. But before we settle into that night's feature presentation, we watch VH1 Classic 80's. We browse through each video, watching the first 30 seconds or so. Then: badoop, badoop, badoop, we're on to the next. If one of our favorite songs comes on, songs like Culture Club's "Time"(my favorite), or The Clash's "Train in Vain" (his favorite), we let it play in its entirety.
While we sit through the video, basking in separate memories, I always ask:
"What are you thinking about right now?"
"How cool this song is," he'll say.
"Did you have a girlfriend while this song was popular?"
"Maybe," he'll say, meanwhile preparing for a tinsy interrogation.
"Did you kiss her...a lot?" I'll say.
"Is that a serious question?"
"I don't remember. I don't think about the past like you do."
Then he'll push his tongue against his cheek, making the side of his face look like he has a jaw breaker or piece of bubble gum stuck inside. He's cueing me to lean over and smooch him. It's his way of letting me know that I'm his one and only girl. always. I'll give in and kiss him.
"I love you," he'll say.
And then I'll fall in love with him over and over, again and again.
P.S. I'm leaving you a video of one of my past favorites. Hair doesn't get better. I miss the 80's.