Let me tell you a story about how my Saturday night went. I asked my Facebook friends earlier that day if anyone would accompany me to see the new Man of Steel movie. I follow a strict, first-come-first-serve policy, so the first person to respond to my post was the one I went with. My first respondent, oh, let's call him Brad, was a distant friend of mine whom I dated on and off last summer. I asked him what time he'd like to go, and the first thing he said was, "Am I paying for you?" Now, i'm fine with paying my own way, plus that would disqualify this event of being a date, right? Which means I wasn't obligated to be flirty or hold hands, or have any physical contact, for that matter.Just the way I liked it. I just feel like he could have asked me to pay for myself in a more polite manner. Nevertheless, I told him I'd pay for my ticket. We decided on a meeting time and place, and as usual, I was right on time. But no, not Brad. Let's just say he has no sense of punctuality. I waited a HALF HOUR for him to arrive. And when he did, he had two friends with him. The four of us went in to the movie theater to purchase our tickets, but one of the friends, whom I found out later was his brother, suggested that we go see Man of Steel in 3D. I objected to that idea for more reasons than one. First of all, I hate 3D movies. They make me dizzy, and my eyelashes always brush against the lenses of those obnoxious glasses you have to wear. Second of all, the movie didn't start for another two hours. Yet, here I was, confused and rather frustrated, purchasing a thirteen-dollar ticket for the Superman movie. Brad purchased two tickets, and I gave him a quizzical look. That was when he decided to mention that his father would be watching the movie with us.
Since we had two hours to kill before the movie started, we went to Brad's house to pass the time. Brad and his brother played some pathetically violent video game, and I sat on the couch and stared at the ceiling. Brad grew bored of the video game, though, and grabbed me by the chin and tried to kiss me. I quickly turned my face, and a confused look spread across his face. He then asked me, "Why aren't you attracted to me?" with a whimpering tone to his voice. It took every ounce of willpower I had to not punch him in the throat, so instead, I shrugged and said nothing at all. But two hours came and went, however, more slowly than I would have liked, and the four of us; Brad, Brad's brother, Brad's dad, and I, drove back to the theater. At this point, I regretted not going to see the movie all by myself. We took our seats, and immediately, Brad pulled out his phone. After a few minutes of twiddling his thumbs, Brad showed me his phone. On the screen was a text message conversation between him and some girl. She messaged him, "You are sooooooo hot." A smile stretched across Brad's face and he began showing me pictures of this girl. I had had enough. I was steaming with such a high concentration of anger that I could feel it in my cheeks, so without thinking, I said to him, "Y'know what, She can have my seat." Then, just as surprised by my words as he probably was, I stood up, picked up my purse, and walked out of the theater without looking back.
I learned a few things that night. One, no one is worth waiting a half an hour at a theater for. Two, video games are so stupid that you can literally feel your IQ dropping just by watching a couple of dweebs play them. Three, Brad is stupid if he thinks he can kiss me without at least buying my movie ticked for me. And four, I should probably stick to doing things by myself.
This is just a classic example of why my tolerance for people is so low.
My next post will be a little less cynical, I promise.(:
Once again, thanks for reading, and stay with me!
Little Miss Mulish
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