9.59
Rating: PG
Summary:We catch the 7:45 session and I pay for both our tickets because it is the international Woman's Day.
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We catch the 7:45 session and I pay for both our tickets because it is the international Woman's Day. He takes this as only he would do and insists I pay for everything.
I ask him, "When will it be Man's Day?"
He says, "You tell me."
In front of us there is a young couple, much younger than us, and they remind me of how we used to be. The girl is snuggling up to her boyfriend even though the movie is more 'Dumb & Dumber' than 'Halloween' and the boy wraps an arm around her. They look like two pieces of a puzzle that are perfectly happy with only each other.
I snuggle up to the man next to me, my hand in his and my head resting on his shoulder.
After a moment he turns to me and says, "What are you doing? I told you that you needed to bring a sweater."
"That's only because you don't want to give me yours," I say, and promptly move away.
Halfway through the movie, when the hero onscreen is watching his heroine longinly, I decide to visit the restrooms.
"I'm just going to the bathroom," I whisper in his ear. I don't wait for a reply because I know I won't get one.
The lighting is harsh and when I look in the mirror, I pause in my task of washing my hands because it'd been such a long time since I saw myself that I almost didn't recognize myself anymore.
The cubicle door behind opens and a woman steps out. "Honey," she says, looking at me, "are you okay? You don't look so good--"
I walk out the door before she can finish her sentence, rudely not acknowledging her because I've heard it all before.
As we leave the cinema he says, "What do you want to eat?"
"Thai," I reply quickly, because for once he's given me a choice and I don't think I can stand anymore Mexican. "There's this new restaurant on the corner and I heard it's really nice--"
"Nah," he shakes his head. "I think I feel like Mexican."
I look at him for a moment and say, "I don't want your leftovers."
"What do you mean? You don't eat my leftovers."
"Yes, I do," I say and turn around, knowing that he won't be standing there for long.
The cab driver doesn't speak good English and it takes a few minutes for him to comprehend where I want to go.
"Don't cry," he says as we go over the bridge and I look out the window to see the bright lights of the city that never dim.
I look back at him in the rearview mirror and say, "I'm not crying."
He stops half a block from my apartment and turns around, saying, "That'll be $9.59," when the counter clearly states $10.21.
I hand him a twenty and say, "Keep the change."
Summary:We catch the 7:45 session and I pay for both our tickets because it is the international Woman's Day.
***
We catch the 7:45 session and I pay for both our tickets because it is the international Woman's Day. He takes this as only he would do and insists I pay for everything.
I ask him, "When will it be Man's Day?"
He says, "You tell me."
In front of us there is a young couple, much younger than us, and they remind me of how we used to be. The girl is snuggling up to her boyfriend even though the movie is more 'Dumb & Dumber' than 'Halloween' and the boy wraps an arm around her. They look like two pieces of a puzzle that are perfectly happy with only each other.
I snuggle up to the man next to me, my hand in his and my head resting on his shoulder.
After a moment he turns to me and says, "What are you doing? I told you that you needed to bring a sweater."
"That's only because you don't want to give me yours," I say, and promptly move away.
Halfway through the movie, when the hero onscreen is watching his heroine longinly, I decide to visit the restrooms.
"I'm just going to the bathroom," I whisper in his ear. I don't wait for a reply because I know I won't get one.
The lighting is harsh and when I look in the mirror, I pause in my task of washing my hands because it'd been such a long time since I saw myself that I almost didn't recognize myself anymore.
The cubicle door behind opens and a woman steps out. "Honey," she says, looking at me, "are you okay? You don't look so good--"
I walk out the door before she can finish her sentence, rudely not acknowledging her because I've heard it all before.
As we leave the cinema he says, "What do you want to eat?"
"Thai," I reply quickly, because for once he's given me a choice and I don't think I can stand anymore Mexican. "There's this new restaurant on the corner and I heard it's really nice--"
"Nah," he shakes his head. "I think I feel like Mexican."
I look at him for a moment and say, "I don't want your leftovers."
"What do you mean? You don't eat my leftovers."
"Yes, I do," I say and turn around, knowing that he won't be standing there for long.
The cab driver doesn't speak good English and it takes a few minutes for him to comprehend where I want to go.
"Don't cry," he says as we go over the bridge and I look out the window to see the bright lights of the city that never dim.
I look back at him in the rearview mirror and say, "I'm not crying."
He stops half a block from my apartment and turns around, saying, "That'll be $9.59," when the counter clearly states $10.21.
I hand him a twenty and say, "Keep the change."