Yesterday was one of those rare days that the ex took the boys for his seven hours a month of fatherhood, so I thought I would whisk myself of to see an adult movie. Well, when I say that, I mean something that's not G or PG rated that the boys want to see. I went to see The Hangover Part II...
I was a little peckish after I did circles in the car park trying to find at least one space to park on this bleak Melbourne afternoon, but I wanted to be a little self-indulgent, so I trampsed off to the Wendys ice-cream shop and bought myself a hot chocolate shake. As I waited for the family of five to make their indecisive pickings, I looked at the two single men in the line to see if they had what it takes to woo me into eye contact and a smile. One was unshaven, a little cute with light brown hair and nice eyes, but he just didn't even look sideways at me. The other was tall dark and very handsome and shot me a smile, which I reciprocated until he started interacting with a gorgeous blonde and an over zealous 2 year old called Zach who kept running away before his hot dog was handed to him...
So I took myself off to Big W to buy a packet of M&Ms at half the price the cinema would make me pay for them, before venturing off to the ticket line. The ticket line was full of lady friends catching up, couples hanging out and a six foot three beast of a woman doing the solo thing like me. I wondered how she ever found someone to be compatible with. Someone that she didn't squash when she sat on him in the throes of passion. Was she a single mum too having some much needed time off from her terrors? Or just an unfortunate soul who could never find a soul mate? I felt sorry for her. How she ever finds clothes or shoes that fit her. How she would be limited in her choices of men (that's if she liked men?!), cars even houses to live in. Her face was solemn like it was a Sunday ritual to find some type of entertainment to keep herself occupied. I felt sad for her.... It just makes my quest less important when others truly struggle to find a slice of happiness that suits.
I get to the ticket box to find out that 'The Hangover Part II' is the $10 movie for the week. Bonus! I pay with the left over gift card Mum & Dad gave me and the boys for Christmas, only to have $1 left on it. The ticket vendor gives me my ticket and I'm stuck in the front row. What is with that? Do they intentionally give those who have a gift voucher or physically don't part with any money the worst seats in the house? I'm sure he could have found a single seat higher up in the crowd. I let it go, thinking it was meant to be, buy myself a choc-top with my last $1 (and some change) from my gift voucher and head into the cinema.
As expected, there were plenty of single seats around, but I took myself to seat A5 just in case someone fights for my stolen position before the movie starts. Half way into my choc-top, a single man sat three seats away from me, dropped his jacket in the seat nearer to me and flashed me a smile. I wonder if he will say something? Drum up a conversation? I kept giving him occasional glances until a pretty little thing laden with popcorn and coke sits next to him and gets very comfortable, if you know what I mean... Time to open that packet of M&Ms...
As the movie started, pretty little thing and her male companion decide to abandon their seats for a higher position leaving me in row A all by myself. That's OK, it's like I had the whole cinema to myself... to watch Bradley Cooper doing his thang in his white linen shirt, ruffled up hair, brilliant blue eyes and his captivating smile for ninety-five minutes on my own.
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