I never used to know song titles or who sang what song.
And then I started spending all this time with Nick, who has satellite radio, which tells you the name of the song and the artist. Which meant that eventually, I would see patterns in taste.
For example, I now know that Nick hates Heart. I'd never have known that if the radio didn't tell us who sang what. And every time it says Heart, he changes the station.
So the other day, "Magic Man" - by Heart! - came on, and he immediately changed stations. Rod Stewart was on the next station. He left it. I knew he would, from prior experience.
"You hate Heart."
"And you loooove Rod Stewart."
"You really, really love him."
"You love Rod Stewart so much."
"I do, Lisa. I love Rod Stewart so much that if I could, I'd go back and give him a blow job during the height of his career."
"When would that have been?"
"Sometime in the mid-70s."
"At which point you were..."
"Maybe seven or eight. Which, you know..."
"Stop! You win! I can't even pretend this conversation is normal anymore."