The moment I knew my first marriage was failing faster than you could murmur Jello on a stick was the minute my Don Draper-esque first husband shoved his plate of tuna noodle casserole across the lemon-waxed bridal table, declared, I'm not eating this crap, and disappeared for four hours into a dark rainy weeknight.
A man who cannot fathom the retro comfort- admittedly, a guilty pleasure- of a Wednesday night sixties classic is a person who might also belittle your favorite actor in a role so crackling in its own shiver of guilty pleasure that the hair on the back of your neck stands up when you hear Point Break is on HBO again.
In other words, Dear Reader, if a guy mocks your noodles and your Keanu, it might be time to stiffen your spine and rustle up the courage to reconsider your choice of a life partner.
You gotta go down, Brah. Vaya con Dios.
And, oh, in case you're wondering where Husband #2 stands on Keanu? Dude. He's a major fan.
Definitely.
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