I Blame Steve

In the last two years (how have I already been married two years?? Whoever has the time accelerator needs to cool it...) I have...

I don't know if I can admit this to the public.

Here we go...

In the past two years, I have started to like Sci Fi movies and shows.

(Are there support groups for people like me???)

It all started with Battlestar Galactica. (I can't believe I'm even typing these words) The story was so engaging. I liked all of the characters from the very first episode. It went from being ok to have it one while I was in the room, to Steve not being able to watch it without me, to counting down the minutes until Steve got home so we could put it back on. It's a slippery slope... 

One thing led to another, and all of the sudden I get jokes about Star Trek, and I'm watching the extended edition of Lord of the Rings. 

I was ok with all these changes. Marriage is about compromise, right? Steve eats salad now. We have both changed. But then, the strangest thing happened.

I had added Sleepless in Seattle to the instant queue on Netflix, and was planning on watching it when I had a Steve free few hours. Its one of my favorite movies, and I couldn't wait! Last week sometime, I couldn't sleep, so I thought it was the perfect opportunity. But the strangest thing happened. Instead of enjoying the charming Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan, I found myself picking holes in the plot, and rolling my eyes at all the cheesy-ness. I still enjoyed parts of the movie (best part ever, where the men are talking about how an action movie makes them cry like An Affair to Remember. Priceless!!), but overall, I found it shallow, implausible, and annoying.

It's like I don't even know myself anymore... 

I blame Steve.