if you look really hard at something, you sometimes see it

I used to sit up the back of the cinemas so I could finger my girlfriend, in somewhat privacy, but now I much prefer a mid-range, centred seat, preferably with a fat slushie, 50/50 coke and raspberry of course, and my hands down a rectangular prism of overpriced popcorn, not some girls denim cut-offs. But that’s not the point. I just happen to be sitting in a cinema right now. The point is I’ve been avoiding doing anything to do with Tom. Who just happens to be the guy who is fucking the girl that should be sitting with me at the back of the cinemas right now; for her I’d make an exception to my aforesaid preference. There’s a couple sitting next to me, well not directly next to me, but near enough that I can hear them talking about someone they don’t like. The guy says she’s a bitch anyway.
‘She’s a bitch anyway.’
And the girl laughs and then she rests her head on his shoulder and says she knows.
‘Yeah, I know.’
And then the movie starts, and I guess it’s ok because there are parts of it that make me feel something. And then there are parts that make me feel things that I don’t want to feel right now. That’s when I decide it’s an ok movie.

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