Last night, I cuddled up with my boy on the couch-the very same couch where we ravaged each other about an hour before--and watched a post-coital viewing of Parenthood, the movie.
Martha Plimpton's character was whining to her mother that she LURVED her boyfriend, Todd (Keanu Reeves). Not the "going steady" kind of love, but real, true love, where he made her quiver.
Thinking back to the hot banging that took place earlier, I looked over at Beehive and gave him a big gushy smile.
A big gushy smile was returned right back to me.
"Aw..." I thought to myself, "We're so in sync. Look at how he totally loves me."
"Heh," he looked at me sheepishly. "I have the worst gas right now. Sorry."
In sync, we are not. Old married couple, perhaps.