The Last Kiss
After watching the Last Kiss, which I thought was a pretty realistic representation of human love affaris (I know I could recognize a bit of my own experiences in each of the people…what does that say about me? I dunno.), Jeremy and I had a long discussion about our relationship…where it was going, whether this was “the end” of all our searching…whether or not each of us had done what we’d wanted (i.e. been “wild and crazy”, traveled the world, and gotten enough education) before we found “the one” and decided to settle down, get married, buy a house, have a kid, etc.
It was an interesting talk.
As we lay on the floor underneath the ceiling fan, discussing our plans, Jeremy suddenly got quiet.
“What are you thinking, babe?” I ask.
“Um…really, what am I thinking?”
“Well, I was thinking that we could have two daughters and name them Mac and PC because that would be funny.”
“Yup. That’s what I was really thinking.”
“Well, I suppose we could have Mackenzie and Patricia Cristina…”
🙂 So much for serious conversation about our futures.