Picture this...I am on my Macbook Pro, on the couch. He is on his MacBook Pro in his chair. He has his noise-canceling headphones in. I have my high-end in-ear phones that I use. Two separate iTunes. Every once in a while, one will get the other's attention with a wave, then say something. (we often IM, but when he is dialed into his work computer, he can't IM)
I mention what I am listening to: Panic at the Disco, The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide is Press Coverage. I love their song titles, they crack me up.
And he says, "In answer to that, I am listening to: Foo Fighters." "What song," I ask, knowing that Foo Fighters is like the anti-emo. His answer: Cheer Up Boys (Your Makeup is Running) Perfect complement, as usual. And by complement I mean the opposite colors on the color wheel, of course.
Amazing we are married as different as we can be sometimes.
T, who may be a closet-emo