Even though I would say I am pretty nerdy, I have never watched Star Wars. And, because I have only dated other nerds, this has been the one thing every man has wanted to be to me. The guy to convince me to watch Star Wars.
I will do a lot of things after I’ve had red wine, but none of them include watching Star Wars. It had been going on for so many years that even after I met Ben and we married I just assumed I could live my life without ever watching them. Like The Godfather. I could die happy without ever having watched it. But if i ever caught it on tv, ok sure. I’d watch.
That’s how I ended up watching Star Wars. Ben went out to get dinner, I was flipping through the channels, and it was on. Him coming back to see me in bed, willingly watching Star Wars, was probably the sexiest thing I could have ever done. Gotta keep that fire burning!
I had caught the first one (er, fourth? Whatever. I know enough that the new ones don’t count) and realized it was a marathon playing. As they showed clips of the upcoming movies, a scene where Skywalker gets his hand cut off comes on.
HIS HAND. CUT. OFF.
“AAAAH how can they show that scene?! HIS HAND GETS CUT OFF? THAT IS AN IMPORTANT SCENE.”
“Um I think they expect everyone to have seen these movies.”
I never made it to that scene. I guess I don’t need to now.
