Anywho.
Sweet Spouse manually recorded the show for me, AND when I called him on the way home that evening, he provided me with a brief synopsis of the episode, confirming that, in fact, it wasn't one that I had actually seen. He even called the characters by the right names.
Me to him: You're so sweet. Did you read that information off of the DVR menu?
Him to me: No, I actually watched the show.
Me to him: _________________.
Dead, "I got nuthin'" silence. Seriously? Spouse doesn't like "Mindy Project" - or at least he didn't, I suspect, in large part, because one of the characters looks ridiculously similar to my high school-slash-"sorta-continued-to-date-him-in-college" boyfriend. Spouse has a weird but kind of sweet knee-jerk bias against Italian types of the Chris Messina order:
But then a few weeks ago I pointed out that, in addition to really liking the show for its sharp writing, the developing story of two doctors (one of whom just happens to be played by this guy) who work together, evolve into friends and then realize that they don't enjoy watching each other date other people and, just possibly, want to spend the rest of their lives together is eerily familiar to our own "When Harry Met Sally" story. (Substitute "law students" for "doctors," and the description holds: we met when we were both tapped to serve as teaching assistants to the first-year research-and-writing professors, spent a lot of time bantering in the staff lounge, became each other's best drinking buddies, and it all progressed from there.)
Apparently my explanation was some sort of tipping point - because now Boy Child Who I Married actually knows the names of characters - even the name of their fictional medical practice.
So now I can watch my favorite show with the best friend who happens to be just a smidge above the rest of the tier. And has a lifetime appointment in such regard.
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