Ian and I watched a movie on TV tonight. Unfortunately, he had the remote, and every time I talked, he paused the movie until I’d finished talking and then rewound the movie a bit and continued watching from there. It was really annoying. It made the whole experience stop-start. Ian said he liked it, as he actually got to hear all of the dialogue the writers had written, without missing arbitrary bits.
I told him obviously he couldn’t multi-task, so he said I was the one who couldn’t multi-task, even though I was proud that I could, as I never get what a movie is about, because while I’m multi-tasking, I can’t hear what the actors are saying. He reckoned as a result of my multi-tasking I got twice as much done in only about four times the amount of time. He said I wasn’t even that good at single-tasking, and maybe I should concentrate on that. I said, well hey, that’s just me, and that he didn’t have to be so insulting about it, to which he replied hey, that’s just me, which I didn’t think was a satisfactory response.
We had quite a heated discussion, and we finished up not having sex. Not even angry sex, or sex while we were doing something else.