"Sure. If you wanna go someplace, I'll take you."
"Do you promise not to laugh at me?"
"No, I'll probably laugh at you, but I'll still do whatever you want to do."
"Fair enough. I want to cuddle on the couch, watch a movie, and eat popcorn."
I stop walking. "That's what you want to do?"
Shrugging a little, she grabs my hand and tugs me to keep walking. "Yeah. It's actually something I've been wanting to do for a long time, but it sucks to watch movies alone."
"Ya know what? That's something I haven’t done since I was in high school. So you're on."
"Are you kidding me?"
I open the front door of the guesthouse and let her go in before me. "Nope, I can honestly say I haven't hung out on the couch and watched a movie with a chick since I was about sixteen."
"Wow. What did you do with your exes then?"
The past ten years flash through my brain, and none of it seems like something I should share with my new wife if I plan to keep her. "You really don't want to hear all that, babe."
"Yeah, no. I don't want to hear gory details, but I'm really curious. How did you spend your time?"
I head into the kitchen to see if I can find some microwaveable popcorn. Gram keeps this place pretty stocked since there is usually someone staying here several days per month. "Um…drink, sometimes some recreational drugs, went to some clubs, and sex. That's about it."
She opens a cabinet and pulls out a box. "Look! Popcorn!"
"Awesome."
"And that stuff really doesn't sound like much fun. No offense."
"It was at the time, but I guess I outgrew it and started to want more. Which is why I signed up to do this."
"This with me?"
"This with whoever who ended up to be you."
"Is it disappointing? So far?" she asks, opening up the popcorn box and taking a pack out.