Here’s a little “married lesson”: This evening, Pace asked me out of the blue if I wanted to go rent the movie “Must Love Dogs” from our local Red Box. This was surprising to me, because he doesn’t generally enjoy that genre of movie, the genre being a chick flick. But to me, after having had a restful yet somewhat boring Saturday, this idea seemed appealing. In fact, I was delighted by his suggestion. I was in the mood to watch a movie like that, but for a moment I did have a painful recollection of the last time we rented a chick flick which was Elizabethtown, which ended up being the weirdest, most annoying and uneventful movie we had seen in a long time. But nevertheless, Pace fearlessly stood in line in the freezing cold at the Red Box and waited a good 15 minutes for some very indecisive people to make their big $1 decisions for the night. Nada and Darin came over to watch the chick flick with us, too. But just like the last chick flick we saw, it turned out to be slow and sort of lame (although not as lame as Elizabethtown). However, I was very grateful to Pace for sacrificing what I assume were his initial desires to rent a more masculine, action-packed movie. So basically, it turned out to be a successful event, even though the movie wasn’t very good, because he did something he figured would make me happy, even though it wasn’t #1 on his list of fun things to do for the night. The moral of the story is that men who tolerate chick flicks are sexy.