I obviously consider myself single, but the more I think about it, I am sort of in a committed relationship.
My TV and I have something sort of serious going on. I’ve been known to schedule evenings around this significant other. I snuggle up on my sofa to spend quality time gazing at the object of my affection. I feel like I’m missing out if we spend an entire 24 hours apart.
I first recognized things were getting serious years ago, when I’d leave happy hour events early to make sure I was in front of the TV by 8 p.m. Not being home on time was like being late for a dinner my mate had slaved over all day. Luckily, DVR has helped us in this area. My partner has learned some patience and doesn’t start dinner without me now.
I try not to allow this relationship to interfere with my interactions with actual human beings. I admit that I don’t always answer friends’ phone calls when I’m watching one of my favorite shows, but I make it a point to call them back as soon as the ending credits start rolling. In my defense, isn’t it rude to pick up the phone while your significant other is in the middle of a story?
The good thing is that my “hobby” helps me determine how much I like a guy. My willingness to alter my TV habits for a man is a great indication that I’m feeling him. If I’m willing to miss the finale of “Project Runway” for a phone call with a potential suitor, or if he wins the toss-up between a night out with him and a marathon of “The Hills,” then my 32-inch may have something to worry about. That guy may be a keeper.
That’s not to suggest that I’d ever completely abandon my TV time. I’m sure I’d still fit in a few favs on a weekly basis, but obviously, a relationship where the conversation actually works both ways, would be preferable.