Sometimes, I’d like to punch Matthew McConaughey in the face.

Every time my wife, Jana, sees that “How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days” is on TV, her life stops, she sits down on the couch and turns into a chick-flick zombie.

For those of you who haven’t seen it (and count yourself lucky), the plot is this: McConaughey smiles smugly, Kate Hudson looks hot, there’s some strife, they kiss, and they end up together, presumably to have smug and hot children, possibly with Southern accents.

Well, it’s something like that.

She’s a sucker for romantic comedies. Me, not so much.

I remember a VERY long plane trip back from Houston a couple of years ago when the in-flight movie was “Music and Lyrics,” with chick-flick frequent flyers Hugh Grant and Drew Barrymore. I forgot to bring a magazine to read, so I thought: “What the heck, how bad could a movie be?”

Let’s just say I’m glad I wasn’t in an exit row. I might’ve jumped.

I suspect many couples have this issue. Jon Niccum talked to some of them for his cover story this week.

In fairness to Jana, she does let me choose the TV channel more than my fair share. And we actually agree on most of the shows we watch.

I can always resort to the basement to watch sports, and I may need to do that soon. There’s a borrowed copy of “P.S. I Love You” sitting on our entertainment center, and something tells me it’s not there for decoration.