A Cinematic Break
A few months after a major breakup, a friend of mine said she had the perfect guy for me. I’m a computer programmer, so I’m kind of a techie and I play video games. This guy also loved video games, was into computers, and was super nice, according to my friend. I said okay (reluctantly) and agreed to a blind date.
My friend and I decided to see a movie and follow up with dinner. I met her, her boyfriend, and the mystery man at the theater. He walks in wearing a dirty t-shirt, old worn-out Nike’s, and baggy, holey jeans. We’re talking holes from middle school and not the “fashion” kind you see at the stores in the mall. I was shocked. I was appalled. If my friend wasn’t there, I would’ve ran. I decided to suck it up and go along with it. When we went to buy our tickets, he didn’t even pay for me, and griped about how $7.50 to see a movie was “too expensive” and couldn’t understand why people “supported this kind of institution.” Luckily for him, this was a movie I’d been dying to see…
We went into the theater and got our seats. The first preview came on. At this point, he turned to my friend and asked, “Where are the restrooms?” Then he left. And so, the second preview comes then the third and the fourth. He still was not back. The movie was halfway done before I finally moved over to sit by my friend. I asked where he went, and she said, “I have no idea! I’m so sorry!”
Later, she called me and told me he had to go home “and mow his grass.” After he paid $7.50 to see one preview? Go figure. I should have run at the introductions!



