The Five Year Engagement Date

Well, the hubby and I finally got out of the house together yesterday. We hadn't been to a movie together for a while. I asked him repeatedly if he wanted to see The Avengers, but he stuck with The Five Year Engagement.

Yes, I did inform him that it surely looked to everyone else like I was making him go see the romantic comedy. Or he was being punished. Or he was simply whipped.

*Ka-psssssss*

That was the whipped sound I made all Sunday morning.

Anyway, we had popcorn and beverages and sat in a theater with 2 other couples. Who came in after us, so we had the joy that comes with walking into a completely empty movie theater. Which I think may have been a factor in the hubby's movie pick. We did want to sit together and there was no guarantee of that at The Avengers.

It was a decent movie. We laughed. I think it helped that we loved pretty much everyone in the cast already - Jason Segel (who co-wrote and starred), Emily Blunt (who I can't look at without going, "You're married to Jim from The Office!"), Alison Brie (Mad Men and Community? The girl can do anything!), Chris Pratt (who, again, makes me go, "You're married to Anna Faris! AHHHH I LOVE THAT!"), Brian Posehn (go get his comedy cds NOW if you don't have them), and Chris Parnell (Dr. Leo Spaceman on 30 Rock - one of my favorite characters in anything ever). 

We both said afterwards how we were glad we didn't have a long engagement like the couple in the film. It could have happened. I offered to move here and live apart or together before we got married. I mean, we were in a long distance relationship even if we spent almost every weekend together. 400 miles each way is no small feat.

The hubby, for the record, wouldn't have it. I said I'd live in apartment since house shopping was a first for both of us and it sucked big time. I'm not even going to get started on that. The hubby bought the house we liked best when my graduation from nursing school got closer and closer. And even though we eloped, he planned our elopement months in advance and the wedding was perfect... Everything really ended up for the better for us. I'll give him that. He knew best at that time, and I freely admit that I was the big idiot for ever thinking anything else had been a good option.

Now we're married so I get to always be right afterwards, yes? Heh.

The movie was very "we're newly in love" despite the fact that it took place over many years. There was an awful lot of making out in the movie. And because I feel guilty sometimes that I'm not all kissy kissy like the beginning of our relationship, I asked my husband on the drive home, "Are we still that in love?"

Because sometimes I like to say some winners. Particular favorites include "Do I look pretty?" and "Don't forget, every other woman in the world has herpes. And syphilis. And The AIDS! THE AIDS!"

Sometimes I continue to yell "THE AIDS" with more and more urgency and end with grabbing the collar of his shirt dramatically.

"I am dying first or we're going together. End of options!" is also popular. "I think we should talk about our feelings!" always makes both of us laugh. Which probably means we both need therapy. I say it in a fake mad voice since we're not really fighters, and I do it because I think those in normal, non-us relationships surely say it sometimes.

Bob The Doctor makes a routine appearance as well in our conversations when the hubby starts working too much overtime. Bob is, other than obviously being a doctor (hence the name), a fictional suitor of mine that only works from 9-4 Monday through Friday and is always up to basically take me out wherever I want, whenever I want. He cures cancer but never afterhours and is never on call due to his brilliance. He is an orphan but is always emotionally available, has already done all the traveling he wants to do, and he only likes a lady with some meat on her bones. Thin women are physically fragile and might break just from trying to open the door at Red Lobster (says Bob, the medical professional!), where said ladies order only salads. Bob refuses to let me order salads anywhere since lettuce is for rabbits. Bob's the kind of guy who would always go get me a Blizzard no matter the time of day.

I know, I know. Sometimes my wheel's a spinning but the hamster's dead. Like now. And like during the drive home that I was just talking about before I went on my psychotic tangent.

Bob thinks my tangents are adorable!

Anyway, it's not like the hubby and I are not as affectionate and in love as we used to be because we are. But, I mean, we're not attempting to have sex in a snow bank on the side of a city street (Really, Five Year Engagement? Really? REALLY?).

Very seriously, my husband answered my stupid question by saying, "We're more in love now than they are because we got married earlier and have been married longer."

So, the more years one is married, the more you're in love. Says the logical software engineer completely in earnest.

If you're going to be married, yeah. Be married to that guy.

Marrying the hubby is still the smartest thing I've ever done. And that is kind of awesome. If I'm going to make one good decision... That's the one to make. Sorry, Bob. Guess you're out.