I will set the scene for you:
It is the Summer of 2006 and Border’s is having a 40% off sale on DVD box sets. Boychild, The Man, and I are at Border’s. Boychild is running around causing employees to either glare or smile at us and The Man and I are perusing box sets. I can not remember what box sets we ended up buying or if in fact we actually made a purchase of any of them, but I do remember the conversation that occurred.
William: Hey look mama, they have a box set of Friends.
Michele: I don’t even like Friends <eye roll>.
W: <look of complete confusion and possible aneurysm> What the fuck do you mean you don’t like Friends?
M: <look equally full of confusion> I don’t like Friends. I only watch it with you because you like it!
W: Are you serious? I have only been watching it because I thought you liked the show.
M: You mean I have been watching that insufferable show for almost five years for no reason?! Be grateful I love you.
W: I don’t even know what to say. Is there anything else you’ve been watching with me that you hate?
M: No, not that I can think of. Well, this was fun and we’re never going to forget it.
Friends, I will tell you this: you only do this kind of thing with people that you love — a lot. Five years is a long time to watch a show that you hate for the one you love and it becomes rather comical and sort of endearing once you find out that they were doing the same for you.
I knew in that moment, that without a doubt, we were going to last forever. No one else would be that dedicated to either of us. It is moments like this that remind me of the power love can have. It can make watching Friends seem tolerable.
Over seven years later and we have not watched a single episode of Friends since. However, I have to admit, I kind of miss that ritual.