I was nineteen when I first met Scott. It was toward the end of my first year of college. We became instant friends. And it was only a couple months before we started talking about how we’d probably get married someday. You know, in like, ten years. Whenever we both decided to settle down.
Just kidding. I mean, unless you weren’t kidding. Were you kidding? Oh, yeah, I was kidding too.
So one evening as Scott was walking me back to my dorm he came to the realization that I had never watched the Star Wars trilogy. Never. I’d seen bits and pieces when I walked through the room while my brothers were watching an episode, but I was never interested.
Gasp. Horror. Say it isn’t so! But it was so. And worse, I saw no problem with my current situation.
Just over four years later we were married and I had still not watched the entire trilogy. Although I had seen a larger portion of some of the episodes. But my husband was on a mission. Because he LOVES science fiction…and I just didn’t get it.
Eleven years later, I can quite happily agree that the Star Wars episodes are fun to watch. I still probably wouldn’t pick one out on my own, but I’m content to watch them with my kids or my sweetie. What’s more, I’ve come to realize that Star Wars is not the only science fiction out there.
Maybe if David Tennet had been The Doctor fifteen years ago, I would have jumped on the science fiction bandwagon way back then.
Either way, I’ve now made my husband a very happy man. Not only do I realize that a wookie is not the same thing as an ewok, but when my husband talks about The Doctor, I don’t have to ask, Doctor Who?
And when he says I’m his number 42, I can respond appropriately and say, aww, thanks Sweetie. You’re a real frood.
Hey, that’s a lot of progress for me.