Last article about Eat, Pray, Love unless I see it for myself, I promise. To my great dismay, Josie went to see it last week. Apparently, it's a girl thing. There is nothing wrong for a girl to go see a chick flick, no matter how stupid or insidious it is, as long as another girlfriend wants to see it. It's about being with the girls at the theater rather than go seeing a movie. The great thing about this is that she doesn't force me to go see it, so I was like "whatever, go see it".
I'm thankful now that I have a trusted opinion on that Hollywood poisonous mushroom, which gave place to an awesome bedroom talk. Thing with Josie is that she goes all out 100% energy and effort everyday so when she gets home he crashes and go to bed from being wired up for twelve to eighteen hours in a row. That gives place to amazingly sincere discussions.
"So, how was it?" I said.
"You know, it was bad, but not as painful as you made it to be?"
"How come" I replied, curious.
"Well, she first left her perfectly fine husband because she thought she always needed a man to define herself and at the end, she realizes that the only thing that lacks to her balance is...huh...a man!"
"So that whole trip was-"
"Unnecessary, yes. I'm tired, can we sleep now?"
"OK, good night"
She leans over and kisses me and next thing I know, she's sleeping like a hibernating bear. I love this girl.
