So, as part of my short bit of time for relaxation just after a night at work but before sleep on consecutive work days, I decided to finally sit down and, after 24 years of curiosity lying somewhere in my subconscious, see this supposed critical darling (at the time) of a film titled
The Truth About Cats and Dogs. .... Some (likely lame) PG-13 romantic comedy about a radio hostess who somehow knows enough about veterinary medicine to give advice over the air about ... well ...
cats and dogs, and I think she falls in love with a guy eventually or something. (So, hah! Dual meaning on the cats and dogs thing, get it?!)
.... Why such a special moment for me when I almost sound bored at what the movie is going to be about? Well, somehow I remember that this is the very film my one and only "girlfriend" Amy Radford wanted to go see for our first "date" together in the sixth grade. We never did; the prospect of going to the movies to see something of an "adult" film (to 11 year-olds, anyway) for a date was as much all talk between us as actually being a boyfriend/girlfriend pair in itself, in any realistic sense of this human societal notion of relationships

But hey, it is a good memory, for what it can be worth. So now, let us see just what this first-date movie would have been like, shall we?
I wonder if today, 24 years and 12-and-a-half school grades later, Amy even remembers me at all, or our playing at a Saved-By-the-Bell romantic relationship for just three months before deciding "umm, what do we know about love at this age and with our relative maturity?" between ourselves.
SIDE NOTE: As I was typing this post, one of the first scenes in the movie involved a guy (probably the one who will become the love interest) calling up the protagonist to ask what he should do about the large dog who keeps drifting back and forth by him on roller skates,and is apparently really angry at him for it. ... No, I am not joking.
