killed the radio star

In ALL, LIFE OBSERVATIONS by Stephanie Klein

There’s something wonderful about finding a favorite movie on television, even when you have that DVD in a sleeve beside your bed.  It’s an unusual case when owning it isn’t as fun as sharing it.  I’d rather watch, for example, When Harry Met Sally on TNT with the commercials than watch the seamless DVD. 

That’s what I remind myself when a man can’t do anything that will interfere with “the game.”  But you can Tivo it! I could plead, but I know it’s not the same.  It’s more fun when you know you’re experiencing it as others do, same as me with my tv-movies.  Funny how a mostly isolating, and passive, activity like watching TV yields such a connected feeling.  If only masturbation worked that way.