Have you not seen the mental anguish wrought upon both ita and Teppy because they have no one with which to share their bat-gush?
Dude, I saw it by myself and lived. I actually prefer going to movies by myself. I can lose myself in the voyeuristic aspect of it.
That said, if I had a wife, I'd want her to go to the movie with me, too.
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My ant is all outer, and my inner grasshopper is huddled in a corner quaking and quivering while my outer ant clicks its mandibles and howls
Good god, I love the two of you as a couple. Can a person have a crush on a couple?
Anyone ever heard of Joyce Myers? We had to dodge a whole lot of people going to hear her speak on our way downtown to the Latin Festival. I think she's a religious speaker. I didn't really pay attention, since I was focused on getting the best chicken chimichanga in the world.
She is. I have never listened to her. I don't do the TV people. I know people who think she's great, and people who think she's not so. I haven't yet been able to figure out (from my own assessment of these people) who's more likely to be right about her.
My moviemate mentioned that the guy next to me was really into it, and the more I got into it, the more he got into it.
Which made me feel a little paranoid, but hey! Batman! I'm glad I saw it with her, since she's my action movie partner, but I need more! And if I had a spouse that
intended
to see it, I think not having seen it yet would be better than the gushus interruptus that would no doubt ensue.
....er, I don't mean I have a Zmayhem crush in a ménage à trois way. Though you're both lovely to look at. Just so we're clear I'm not being creepy.
Or, maybe I *am,* but at least not in the ménage à trois way.
My moviemate mentioned that the guy next to me was really into it, and the more I got into it, the more he got into it.
That's just sort of, yucky and porny.
That's just sort of, yucky and porny.
Stop that! It's perfectly valid mob mentalityaudience synergy.
Awww, Teppy, no need to reassure me about your menageity. I already had you pegged as strictly folie-à-deux creepy.
Gnyargh. I give up. Sort of. Hec, what are the times? Maybe I can meet you down there for a later show.
Sure think of it as synergy. Or think of it as the guy who gets off on just watching you get off.
I'd be startled if he explicitly knew I was there, and certainly if he was watching me.
