As far as romantic comedies are concerned, there seems to be a trend that toys with the idea of fate and postpone what is unpostponable, which is the fact that both protagonists meet and fall in love with each other. Some would say that once these two people start living together, the comedy is over. I don’t know about that. It seems to have less general interest, though. Two couples start going out together and they won’t talk about how they cope with everyday life. No, they’ll start asking each other how they met and fell in love. As if that remembrance helps the magic keep on happening. I can think of the greatest stories on how a couple met. And I don’t have to make anything up, just recall what I have been told. I once met a couple who had met through the personal ads. They had been together for some weeks when I met them. I don’t know what they were like before they met and, actually, I don’t know if they are still together. I just had dinner with them, and it looks like the only purpose of my meeting them was getting to know how they had met. They were still goofy about it. Honestly and disgustingly goofy. She had read his ad on the newspaper. She had cut it out and was keeping it so she could show everybody. We therefore had the chance to read it. Funny intelligent man in his early thirties enjoys wearing Coyote underwear. He had his Coyote underpants boxers on, of course, and therefore we had the chance to see them, too. There, in the midst of dinner, he got up and pulled his trousers all the way down to make sure we could see them. As soon as you know who you would like to spend the rest of your life with, you want to start the rest of your life as soon as possible. I am quoting Billy Crystal in an exemplary romantic comedy, When Harry met Sally. What on earth is the rest of your life? You are born and you have the rest of your life; you finish college and you have the rest of your life; you have a shit and you have the rest of your life. I wonder how Ernie met Bernie and when Coyote decided to hunt down Roadrunner instead of ordering fresh roadrunner meat from Acme. Even better, I wonder why Coyote doesn’t breed roadrunners and market them for Thanksgiving and Christmas. It would be something. I wonder when Coyote decided to chase Roadrunner for the rest of his life.