When you're in a relationship, there's always some give and take. I feel in some of the ones I've had, the give has been more in regards to watching TV. If anyone knows me well, they know I love TV. I just like to have it on in the background. Ever since my childhood, it's been an odd comfort. When I was little, I'd sneak out of bed and lay under the kitchen table so I could watch more TV. Generally, guys are pretty good with letting me have the remote. However, two men stick out as remote hogs that watched weird shows. Now, both claimed to watch these things as a joke, but I think it was serious viewing.
  The one guy, I'll call shorts. He wore shorts even in the winter. Shorts liked to put wrestling on to watch. Now, I haven't watched wrestling since middle school when I went through a short-lived wrestling phase. I was kind of livid every time he put it on. It was put on in the guise of a joke. Oh, haha, wrestling is on. But, it was on a lot for extended periods. That tells me he really liked it. In fact, we got in fights over it. He thought I got "the joke". Mind you, this was on My TV at MY apartment. When we argued, he demanded to be taken back to his parent's house. You know, where he lived. I had to drive him because he didn't have a car or a job. But, this is another story.
  The second case was even stranger. HeWhoShallNotBeNamed loved to watch this weird ass special on PBS of these Irish tenors singing. He watched it all the time. Granted, he made it look believable because he made fun of the guys. I laughed the first couple of times. I bet you money that he has watched it recently. He had to have secretly loved it. I make fun of Ghost Adventures, but I'll admit, I love the shit out of it. I think it's hokey and douchey, but it's glorious. Admit you love those tenors, you cheating bastard.
  Thank goodness that my longest relationship was free of TV domination. My current non-relationship with NBF (non boyfriend) is very fun. We watch a lot of Netflix prison documentaries and I even got him to watch Luther. I don't know if I could live with a man again. To relinquish control of the remote sickens me. As a woman, there's always periods of sports watching. I liken it to being a cat. You're sitting there on the couch, doing your thing. It's relatively quiet. Then, BAM, your guy is off the couch, yelling at the TV. Meanwhile, you have jumped out of your skin. By the end of the game, you have what feels like PTSD. I was in a bar the other night and a hockey game was on. It was a room full of people doing that shit. I felt like taking a bag of soda to everyone's heads. It makes you want to sneak into their rooms while they're sleeping and blog a foghorn into their ears. So, I don't miss that at all.
  Hanging with NBF has become very infrequent, so I've been sleeping alone, watching many episodes of Luther. When I watch them all, I'll be depressed. It's saved me from thinking about men and relationships and everything wrong with life. And, just know, that somewhere right now, Shorts is watching wrestling and an asshole is watching Irish tenors on PBS.