Every night for years I used to ask Alan to tell me a secret.
Me: Honey? Are you asleep? Tell me a secret.
Alan: I'm an open book. No secrets.
Me: Just something. Anything. Honey? Honey? Are you awake? Honey?
Alan: I have a freckle behind my left knee.
Me: Whatever. Good night.
Now I want to know why, after all of those chances, Alan never mentioned the one thing that would be a deal breaker. DEAL BREAKER.
Alan likes scary Zombie shows. What is that? How did this get past me? I mean ACK!
And worse, he KNOWS I have a penchant for self-denial and lack of self-awareness. So when he asked me if I wanted to watch Walking Dead, the new show on AMC, he took me at my word that 'Of Course I would!' Sad shows with lots of hopelessness and despair? Right up my alley! And Zombies to boot? Yay! Bring it on!
Does he not KNOW me? Does he not remember the haunted house fiasco of 2003?????