About Sales Director
Jenn Price does not proclaim to be an expert on dating…but her years of practice (and willingness to share stories) will certainly get people talking. Join in the dialogue each week as Jenn tackles matters of the heart.
Has your TV-viewing been infiltrated by men in tight uniforms chasing balls around while whistles blow? Television habits can change drastically once you're in a relationship.
I’ve come home from work many nights (more so in the winter when it gets dark earlier) to my favourite mindless TV shows. I’ve watched Y&R since I was in elementary school (the Abbotts and the Newmans have been a constant source of escapism for decades) and thanks to my PVR, I can watch them frolic around Genoa City at my leisure. I’ve also seen every Bachelor/Bachelorette and Big Brother season.
I guess a woman’s TV habits can be compared to a man’s love of televised sports. The big difference? Football, baseball, basketball (you name it) are broadcast more frequently and need to be watched in real-time for full effect (which is often at night and on weekends). And, if one follows multiple teams and leagues, a desirable game can likely be found on TV at any time.
How does a new couple define what they will watch together and what they’ll watch apart?
I made it almost all the way through the first football game I watched with my guy before I made a bold statement. As much as I tried to get into it (because I know how much pleasure it brings him and relaxes his mind), my mind wandered, I struggled to get comfortable and stay awake. As a result, some frustration built up. With 4 minutes left in regulation time I said, “If you already know who’s going to win, why bother watching the rest?" and the kicker, “It’s Friday night and it’s my TV!" (Never a good thing to say to a man.)
Thankfully, being a glass half-full kind-of guy, he didn’t let it push his buttons and appreciated that I made it that far without complaining. Later, he explained to me that it’s not so much the outcome (the destination) of the game that matters, it’s the plays and strategy (the journey) that he most enjoys.
Well, when summarized like that, I could see parallels to life in general and I actually started to think that I could get a little more into football if I learned more about the strategy. I also realized that there’s no "my" in team, and that if I want to dress and play, I need to be patient and tactful.
I don’t know that I’ll ever be a true fan, but as long as I’m a fan of my man, I will make an effort and take pleasure in that. (For the record, I will keep my Y&R viewing to myself and save my co-viewing choices for other things like chick flicks and The Bachelorette – you know, things that can ignite deep conversation.)
Is your man a sports fanatic? Or are you? How do you deal with it?