How did this happen? Well, when Jason and I first met, he liked wrestling. Back then it was WWF (World Wrestling Federation). Since I had a huge crush on him, I was able to overlook his fascination with this male soap opera. Somewhere in our dating timeline, Jason stopped watching wrestling. It was not because of me. I swear. Hey, throughout our relationship, I've had my own dirty-secret shows (there was a period where I thought One Tree Hill was the shiz. Thankfully, I woke up... oh and the show got really stupid. Even stupider than it originally was).
In the past year or so, Jason got back into watching this madness. He always DVRs it, although he normally starts watching it about 30 minutes after it starts because he just can't wait any longer (the only reason he waits as long as he does is so he can fast forward through commercials and some of the drama that gets dumber than normal). When he first got back into watching this, I would curl up beside him on the couch to read... but I started realizing that my eyes kept drifting to the screen as random guys proceeded to kick each others asses (and sometimes some women). My catch phrase back then was "is that legal?!?!?" as Wrestler A pulled off a move on Wrestler B that should've caused some damage to B, but didn't (seriously, how tough are these people??). My shame grew as I realized that my thug side would come out anytime I heard John Cena's theme song. Seriously, why was I rocking out to this?? (in my defense, it's got a good beat).
To this day, I try to pretend that I'm not interested. But, Jason calls me out on it as he realizes I haven't turned a page in my book in 10-20 minute or that I'm sitting with the laptop on my lap, but nothing's happening. I will say that my favorite part of wrestling is making fun of some of the wrestlers. Does that help to save my soul? No. Probably not.