Desire isn’t something we get to indulge as separate individuals. Being the social animals we are, desire has to be negotiated. I identify with Ted, alone in his new apartment, getting to indulge all his momentary whims and longtime fantasies with no one to gainsay him. As a confirmed homebody, what I most want, most of the time, is nobody bothering me with stuff they want me to come out and do with them. “Sitting around watching TV, drinking beer, and eating ribs is what every red-blooded American would rather be doing at all times,” Ted declares, and Marshall, all coupled up and programmed to think everything’s better with somebody to share it with, finds he can’t disagree.
Sounds a lot like a guy I know.