About
a month ago, my partner required me to see the latest Woody Allen
offering, Midnight
in Paris. He
said, “It is theeeeeeee best movie of its genre in the last 10
years!” A few days later, when he asked whether I'd seen the film
– !to which the answer was negative, of course - he exclaimed, “It
is an absolute deeeelight, Darling! I'm telling you! It's a
MUST-seeeeeee!” Enthusiasm still freshly brewed, I thought. It
must be pretty special.
Now my brush-off did not
mean that I was not at all intrigued. Words are, to this couple, as
holding-hands is to most, and the last three years has been about
learning to take his comments in stride. During countless occasions
through-out our relationship, I have been, perpetually, a victim of
rich sarcasms and saucy superlatives. So, call it a tact to build up
the suspense towards the thrilling and lengthy discourse after the
fact, or the inevitable moral debate – for whilst both conscious of
our similarity in tastes and views on most relevant subject matters,
my partner is a prodigal follower of his own faith.
