by Shannon Hunter
Today’s column is aptly titled, White Liar, which just happens to be a country song by Miranda Lambert that I thoroughly enjoy. Although the lyrics don’t quite fit the subject matter, it is the kind of tune that I would play loudly to avoid bothering my roommate when Country Boy comes to visit.
Lying is one of the biggest don’ts in a relationship, right? Wrong. It's not uncommton to tell our significant others half-truths in the beginning, to appear more interesting, more exciting, or more in-tune with their own likes and dislikes – once upon a time I pretended to like Waterworld, yes that Waterworld, because it made my boyfriend at the time happy.
Earlier this week Country Boy and I had our first date night in what felt like forever. We decided to walk from my place to the Scotiabank Theatre, because it was perfectly mild and it gave us time to talk. This meant that I rambled about everything at a very fast pace and he laughed and told me in his calm and charming way about his ice fishing trip and his New Year’s Eve escapades, which included an XBox dancing game.
When it came to choosing the movie, I wanted to see something scary and he wanted to check out the new Sherlock Holmes flick. I’d already seen Sherlock Holmes but he seemed so excited about the movie that I didn’t see a point in telling him that I’d seen it; so we bought the tickets and we were off to the races.
Why would I lie about something as simple as a movie I’d already seen? Because it made him happy, because his easygoing smile makes my heart flutter like I’m 16 again and falling in love for the first time, and because either way I got to sit in a dark theatre with his arms wrapped around me, and that is all I cared about.
Country Boy is often my sounding board. He listens to my crazy rambling, and for some strange reason he seems to enjoy my bizarre, fast-talking, constantly-moving self; so I gave him the movie choice. It’s such a small thing and he never needs to know about it.
The only thing that I care about is that we got to spend a decent amount of time together, we got to talk about our lives, and we got to fall into bed as though it was the first time all over again; even if our pillow talk spawned the hashtag #StrangePillowTalk, a discussion of weaponized RC helicopters, and using breasts to take over the world.
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