Truly, I have no one to blame but myself.
I mean, why would I ever-
Wait, let me back up a bit.
On Saturday night, we had plans to stay in and babysit our friend's adorable toddler. I was actually looking forward to it. Because staying home on a Saturday and watching a movie is what cool old people do.
My guy is really good to me. And because I'm really good to him, too, on our way to his place I told him that whatever he wanted to watch tonight would be fine.
I saw the look in his eyes and I immediately knew that I had made a grave mistake.
Let me explain myself. If he had said the same to me, I likely would have picked a movie about which he was on the fence. But I wouldn't pick, say, a Sex and the City Marathon- something I know he loathes and would never consider seeing by himself. I figured this would be a mutual courtesy.
Girls, if you're dating a geeky guy-
And he is into fantasy and you are not-
And you have been putting off watching Lord of the Rings for your entire relationship-
DO NOT SAY that he has free reign over the television.
I didn't know that he has an "Oh Em Gee I'm Totally Watching LOTR With My Girl" face before that moment but somehow, without a word exchanged between us, I knew that was the face he was wearing. No. NO. Nonononono.
I sat back in my car seat while he waxed on about the film as I allowed the knowledge of my doom to wash over me and sink in, unable to register a word he was saying.
When I finally came to, I made sure he understood that I was agreeing to the first movie and not the entire trilogy in one sitting. "No, I know," he confirmed, "and besides, the extended version-"
THE EXTENDED VERSION? Seriously?!?!
I'm pretty sure that no one is reading this by this point. The Lord of the Rings fans are horrified by my dislike of their epic tale. The non-Lord of the Rings fans clicked out of this page as quickly as they could.
Which is fine. Because I don't really feel like admitting to anyone that imwasmptasbabasibout.
Sorry. *takes hand off of mouth*
It wasn't as bad as I thought.
Sure, it was waaaaay too long to be only a third of the darn thing. And sure, I've seen the LOTR-based memes and had a field day. But I have to admit that I wasn't bored and that my assessment that I'd be merely "watching a bunch of guys with long hair walk around a forest for four hours" wasn't entirely accurate.
I had seen Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring when it was originally in theatres. I was a freshman in college and while I had some geeky tendencies, like needlework and endless reading, I hadn't been exposed to much fantasy quite yet. It was much too much for a total n00b. Even now, it was a lot to take on. Reminded me a bit of flooding, a technique used to cure phobias. "In order to demonstrate the irrationality of the fear, a psychologist would put a person in a situation where they would face their phobia at its worst." For example- have a fear of heights? Time to go skydiving. Have a fear of watching Lord of the Rings? OH HERE YOU GO I HAVE THE EXTENDED VERSION AND YOU ARE STUCK HERE FOR HOURS BECAUSE THERE IS A TODDLER ON PREMISES.
Yeah, that may be a bit overdramatic. But taking poetic license doesn't seem so bad on posts I know no one is reading :-)
Speaking of overdoing...
Yesterday, my man downloaded the Lord of the Rings MMORPG and asked me if I wanted to play with him. I guess he figured he'd strike while the iron is hot.
And...aaaaaaaaaaaand I may have agreed to consider playing it. I'll watch him for a bit and see if I can get into it.
Like I said. No one to blame but myself.