Warning: These might hurt a little bit.
Have you ever shown your favourite movie to your favourite person?
You desperately want them to like it – LOVE it – like you do. You pretend to be sitting casually on the couch, when really, you are hyper-aware of their every reaction, laugh, tear, or impatient look at their watch.
Just me? Perhaps.
The other night, I made my man watch Dirty Dancing. The movie that I’ve seen easily over a hundred times. The movie that caused me and my best friend to fly across the country in Year 12 to see the stage premiere of Dirty Dancing – The Classic Story On Stage.
The movie of which I have a signed, framed poster that I bought on eBay as a teenager, and it is literally my only monetary asset. Still.