Andy wants to stop analyzing every fight we have. I would've thought he would have missed the analyzing while I was away at school, but I guess that's not happening. He says, "I want to lighten up the relationship -- have some fun once in a while."

"Analyzing is fun," I say.

He frowns.

"Look," I say, "I'm not the fun type. Don't be trying to make me the fun type."

He says, "I'm not asking for you to be the fun type. I just think we could spend less time talking about the relationship and more time having fun."

This idea sounds sinister to me, but I can't argue with it. We go out for ice cream.

We get in the car and there's a whole new selection of CDs that he purchased while I was at school. I put in Johnny Cash.

"You like him?" Andy asks.

"I heard him on the U2 album."

The first line of the first song is something like, It could've been great if I hadn't killed her. I skip track one. "Why did you buy this stupid CD?" I say. "You're encouraging Johnny Cash to write about killing women."

We get to the ice cream place, and we order, but eating ice cream with Andy is not very appealing.