We've reached a point in our relationship where we pretty much know what the other person likes or dislikes, at least in terms of entertainment. So we often have conversation that sound like this:
Trevor: I watched such-and-such movie last night.
Mickey: Oh, how was it?
Trevor: You wouldn't like it. It involves:
a) gratuitous gunshots.
b) the world coming to an end only to be miraculously saved by guy in a white tank top assisted by Ms Boobage.
c) fart jokes.
d) world attacked by an unknown deadly virus; cure found by Dr. Boobage, PhD, a 21-year-old expert in virology and nuclear astrophysics, but only after she runs in slow motion at least 3 times.
e) Keira Knightley's chin.
Mickey: <rolls eyes>
Mickey: I'm starting a new book.
Trevor: What book? Maybe we can read it together.
Mickey: Persuasion by Jane Austen. It has girls talking about feelings and social conventions in 1814 ... for 260 pages of really small print.
Trevor: Never mind.
Not to mention the chick-flick marathons rites of passage that poor Trevor had to go through. We'll leave those for another post.