My fiancée and I share a lot of the same obsessions, which is great because we both have a few. And by obsessions, I mean a lot of OCD stuff. I arguably beat her, because I’m near neurosis-level, but not by much (which is not, technically, a judgment about my fiancée, to be clear).
The few things I’m worse than her at are things like cleaning my hands - usually half a dozen times per hour, nights included - or getting anywhere on time. Like right on time. Which usually means a few minutes early, because I so want to be on time that I factor in extra buffers in case the subway decides to shake things up for some reason (true stories).
A particular situation where our viewpoints on life and time(s) are different is the experience of going to the movies: for that, I prefer being actually early, seeing as we have to get tickets, buy popcorn (obviously) and find a nice enough seat that is not right beneath the screen (I’m old, I gotta watch my neck). Given that we live literally above a movie theater — and by “we”, I mean I moved in my fiancée’s apartment — said fiancée would usually walk in when the showing was starting in order to skip some of the ads. Utter nonsense, I say.
Over the months, she gradually came to meet me halfway, if halfway is 10 minutes early — 20 on a good day. Last weekend, we missed a 7pm showing because it was cold and rainy outside and the only thing parents with kids logically thought of doing was going to the movies. Luckily, the ride back home was pretty swift — just those 4 flights of stairs: again, I’m old — and we got back out for the next showing at 9:30pm, already having had dinner. Right on time for popcorn. Obviously.
Yesterday evening, we wanted to go see Sink of swim, France’s current it comedy about a bunch of depressed 40-something guys who take up synchronized swimming to hilarious extremes. Yesterday being yet another cold and wet Sunday, we were in front of the theater 20 minutes early. Still, the room was already sold out.
Fiancée: How can a show be sold out 20 minutes early?!
Me: I figured there was a risk, since it’s 6°C outside and that’s the most spoken about comedy out right now…
Fiancée: Yeah, but… 20 minutes early?!
Me: You know, before I met you, I would aim at 30 minutes early… on average. 45 for special occasions.
Fiancée: Good thing we didn’t meet then.
Me: Shall we try the next showing? It’s at 9:45.
Fiancée: OK. But I’m not coming down at 9.
Me: 9:15, then?
We had enough time to get a popcorn refill. Obviously.