That’s what I sang for most of my life until I realized the lyrics were “down in our rendezvous… three’s company too!”

I also had no idea what a “Threes Company” was. Maybe this was an indicator that I was too young to be watching a show chock full of sexual innuendos and straight up non-innuendos.

It’s where I was taught by Norman Fell’s Mr. Roper that being gay was something to be abhorred and made fun of by wiggling your finger in the air like you were shaking a tiny tinkerbell.

It’s where I was taught that women were mere sexual objects that were to be manipulated by Jack Tripper. He was made out to be a lovable goofball but in reality, that guy was a merciless womanizer.

It’s where I learned that blondes have more fun, and Janet, the brunette, was always the less desirable even though her body was a work of art.

It’s where at 7 years old, I knew I didn’t want to grow old alone like the swingin’ bachelor, Mr. Furley. With all his swag and bluster, he was a lonely, sad soul and it was depressing.

These are only a few examples of why I should absolutely despise the show Three’s Company … but I absolutely cannot. I loved it then and I love it now.

Not because of the political incorrectness, but in spite of it.

I’d come home from playing with my friends and plop down on the couch while Lol made dinner.

There, Jack, Janet, Chrissy, and the rest of the gang would be there to greet me at the San Diego zoo.

I’d copy Chrissy as she stood on one leg imitating the flamingos. Chrissy, the OG “dumb blonde” who perfected the art and then broke the mold.

All the Lonnie Andersens, Jessica Simpsons, and Paris Hiltons of the world would try but couldn’t hold a candle to Christmas “Chrissy” Snow, played by the one and only Suzanne Somers.

PJ – who loves being the bearer of bad news – interrupted my vacuuming whilst book-listening yesterday to tell me Suzanne Somers died. Then continued, “If you can tell me Mrs. Roper’s real name, I will declare you …” before he could even finish the sentence, I said “Audra Lindley. Easy.” And then yes, he declared me the greatest of all time.

How could I not know all their real names when I sang and danced and stood on one leg to that theme song almost ever weekday of my entire young life?

I’d belly laugh over Jack’s su chef Filipé – (another politically incorrect depiction, this time of immigrants) and his closeups making faces and rolling his eyes.

Or pretend I too was smashing dinner plates like Larry Dallas aka Larry Katsopolis, at Jack’s Bistro after eating there with his Greek family.

I’d pretend I was a patron of the Regal Beagle where, like Jack and his hijinks, I’d accidentally be handcuffed to Chrissy while on a date with someone else and try to hide that fact.

Yeah I love that show. I think I’m going to force PJ to watch it tonight. Maybe I’ll even dazzle him with my dancing and singing to the theme song 🎶 Da da daaa rendezvous…threes company too! 🎶

*edit: here I am claiming to be the biggest fan, and it wasn’t Crissy pretending to be a flamingo; I just watched all the intros and it was Teri 🤦🏻‍♀️ I feel like such a dumb brunette.