 THE LITTLE THINGS
She said she wanted The Little Things, “Like dropping me off in the front of the store. Or offering to start the car when I say I’m going to start it.” “But you already said you were going to start the car. Why would I ask?” “Because that’s what being thoughtful is.” “But. You. Already. Said. You…. Whatever. So basically you want me to treat you like a –“ “Like a lady.” “I was going to say a handicapped person but fine. A lady.” (We’re sitting in bed. She’s watching a rental about a rich Chinese man in a fancy Chinese brothel. Reminds me of that saying that Chinese men make the best husbands because they treat their wives so good. I guess the guys in these movies would have to, considering they always seem to have four or five wives plus concubines.) (There’s also a saying about Corean husbands but let’s not go there.) “I know I don’t act like one [a lady] but you treat me more like … a guy.” “I treat you like a friend, a partner, AN EQUAL. We are in this together. What’s wrong with that?” (I almost cringe as I say it. It’s the same thing that the Jerk-Who-Loses-The-Girl-To-The-John-Cusack-Wannabe always says in romantic movies. Only I mean it more in a Wonder Twins, Sword and Sorcery, two peas in a pod, scorched earth and Death From Above, peanut butter and chocolate kind of way.) “I want you to be more thoughtful.” “I thought I was, just not in ways that I’d have to announce to you. Some of these things … I just … would never have guessed … ever. Anything else? Because I seriously need to make a list,” I’m not even kidding here. She mentions a couple other things. “When did these things all become a big deal anyways?” “Every woman wants to be treated like a lady.” “….” “….” “What are you watching?” I ask. “Some movie that says adult-restricted on the box. But all they’re doing is talking.” “Maybe they’ll have some wild sex scene at the very end.” (Or in the deleted scenes?) “Yeah, right.” I go back to watching my own movie on my portable player. Click. Amy turns the TV off and nestles her head on my thigh. She lays something else of hers on something else of mine. Click. (Insert deleted sex scene here.)
(And surprise happy ending too.)
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