If you’ve been reading my blog for a while, you probably know that I dig The West Wing. And that I enjoy understatements.
The Delightful One and I have been watching it for the past week. She’d never seen a single episode before. I… I didn’t even know that was possible.
How awesome is it when a girl will watch The West Wing with you? Totally makes up for her bailing after 16 minutes of Firefly.
Despite us bragging up her coolness for being willing to watch it on Twitter.
And even after making me watch two full Twilight movies. Which, if I’m not mistaken, had a combined running time of FOR-FRIGGIN’-EVER.
We started at the very beginning of The West Wing. I swear the episodes are even more wonderful than last time I watched them.
But there is a problem when I watch The West Wing.
Something happens to me…
It unlocks the Josh side of my personality.
I mostly try to keep it under wraps. Especially when a certain girlfriend says things like “Siiiiigh. Sometimes you’re a lot to take, Peter.” (Can you even imagine??)
After a few episodes, my strut comes back out. The arrogance level moves up a few notches. And the smirking? My word the smirking.
I say things like, “You know, I think I’d look rather dashing in a sweater vest.”
And “I feel especially cute today.”
We have conversations like this.
Her: “I like you.”
Me: “I don’t blame you. I’m kinda awesome.”
Personally I think it just makes me even more charming.
I’m sure she thinks so too. Down deep.
Even if she has to put up with me saying “Oh! This next episode is SO good!” about every single episode.
Now I’m going to try to suppress my inner Sam and fight the urge to re-write this post seven times.