My husband as I've “mentioned before” is not much of a night owl– he needs to be in bed with the covers tucked under his chin by 8 pm.. okay wait sometimes, if he's feeling particularly adventurous he'll prop his eyes open with toothpicks for me and feign interest in whatever I'm talking about so that he can tell me the next morning— see I did stay up and talk to you. Cause you know I'm always commenting about the fact that our conversation streams are well sparse.
And then we found a mutual interest–, okay to be perfectly honest, I found it– and threatened him that if he didn‘t watch it with me I'd be mad- real mad. Usually he'll acquiesce but ultimately lose interest in the activity— but LOST-well it reignited that long dormant Trekkie that's been lurking right there just beneath the surface.. waiting for a show like LOST to unearth it.
For me LOST's appeal was all about its character development and relationships– and of course that sweet, gut wrenching Michael Giacchino score (oh how I'd love to have him around to underscore my life) which always had me weeping.
But for my husband and I -it was a common ground that we could pick apart and interpret and something that would keep him up past 8 pm at night. And now that couples time… well it's LOST.