Die Alone With Me & Sonic!

I really enjoy going to the movies by myself

and I love watching the trailers of upcoming movies.

I also love a good practical stand-up, but 

I don't think I like that SONIC 2

 

Single Perks - I Love the Movies!

One of my favorite things in the world is seeing someone's astonished face when I reveal that I love going to the movies alone.  Many people enjoy doing that, so I don't know what's astonishing about it, but I delight in their horror of even considering doing something like that alone.

I find it quite peaceful and enjoyable, sitting in a movie theater with no one at either side and no one trying to finish a conversation during the previews.  It also may be due to some trauma I experienced in my collage years when I was enjoying HOWARD'S END at the Fountain Theatre in Mesilla, New Mexico.

In those days, my home town of El Paso, Texas was not much an art house cinema haven, so there were many films we had to drive 45 minutes away, into another state, to see.  HOWARD'S END was one of them.  I was enjoying the movie very much (Not so much THE INHERITANCE on Broadway, based on this book) when it became very clear that two of the five of us were not enjoying the movie.  One of them actually went to the back of the house and took a snooze on the sofa by the snacks!  I spent the last half of the movie worrying that my friends were not having a good time.  Imagine how much more I would have enjoyed the movie if they weren't there.

Not much longer, two more friends and I went to see MILLER'S CROSSING on campus at the Student Union (Fortunately, the Union Programs Office was another source for artsy films).

Again, half way through this Coen Brothers movie, my two companions were making it very clear that they were not having a good time.  Their constant, very audible, sighs and obvious shifting in their seats was driving me nuts!  I, too, was having my patience tested by this particular Coen Brothers outing, but it was so hard to get into the movie and immerse myself in the world of gangsters with these two acting like they were on their third homily in a very special Sunday mass.  This time I was less worried for their amusement and more annoyed by their insistence that everyone around them know that they were bored and must suffer along with them. "NAY," I say, "NAY!"

Sure I've had great times seeing movies with groups of friends...

(...like when we went to see GODZILLA

and got photo-bombed by director Gareth Edwards & friend!)

But I find it much easier to enjoy myself, when I'm by myself.

To prove I'm not just some weirdo with a blog, HERE'S scientific proof, by way of Kayleigh Dray of STYLIST, that going to the movies alone is actually good for you!

Going to a movie and not worrying about anyone else but the shirtless guy on screen... Them's the perks!

This Is Why I Am Single - The Promo Sexual

Last night, I went out with a group of friends to see THE MEG.  ...Actually, this was my second viewing of THE MEG, I had seen it the prior Friday with muh pal Geoff Meed.  It's not that great a movie, but I went the second time, just to be with my friends.  I'm so busy, I'll take any opportunity I can get for quality time.  And, I found the movie to be, at least, entertaining and fun in some parts. 

Anyway, as we were leaving we spied a really neato statue of a PREDATOR to promote the upcoming movie.  I don't know how this started, but now, when I see a stand up promo for a movie, I have to go down on my knees and blow it!  I can't resist!

Actually, I think the Predator really enjoyed it, so no harm , no foul, right?

Speaking of fowl...

I should be so Lucky

I felt pervy when someone reminded me that this guy was a TEENAGER 

But 19 is still teen AND legal!

I think I have a thing for heros

And The Rock! 

I'll just say Batman was not so serious when I was done. 

So, yeah, that's it one of my favorite movie going experiences...

and This Is Why I Am Single;

 I can't resist blowing movie characters in public.

This Is Why I Am Single - My Alleged Father 2

My alleged father, whether he meant to or not,
instilled in me a great appreciation for movies.
I can remember days, pre-school, or in summer that we spent in movie theaters
and nights in the backseat with pillows & blankets,
sneaking peeks at other movies around us at the Cinema Park Drive-In.

One of the nights I'll always remember is the night in 1973 when my alleged father
told me we were going to the movies.  As we left the house, it was just me and him,
so I assumed it was a rare father/son outing.
I'd say I was excited about having rare bonding time with my alleged father,
but I was a kid and I was really excited about the movies- a double feature!
That was until we made a stop before arriving at the Capri Theater down town and
picked up Minerva- The Side Cooze.

The Capri was one of a few movie theaters in down town El Paso, Texas,
where we would spend countless hours watching movies with my alleged father.
I think I remember seeing Tidal Wave, Beyond the Door, The Legend of Hell House, 
Phantom of the Paradise and many other age inappropriate movies there.
And they we always double features.

This particular evening, the fine pairing started with the classic, Ride In a Pink Car.

I was 5 or 6 years old, so I don't remember much about this movie except the title, 

car chases, foul language and a lot of yelling.  I also don't remember if I was snacking, 

but probably not, because my alleged father was cheap.

The follow up movie was the confusing Wonder Women.

I say it was confusing because when my alleged father told me the title,
I was expecting Diana Prince and her super hero alter-ego.  There was none of that.
There were a bunch of women on an island, and there was a lab set, and mutants, then all hell breaks loose, some of them fall in the water and get shot in the boobies.  I think I remember that much because it was all so fantastical.
As I sit here and write this, I'm trying to remember what the seating arrangement was, it was a week night, so the place wouldn't be crowded... was I in my own row and they were behind me, were we all in the same row...
was I all alone for the length of two movies and not even aware of it?
Anyway, as an adult looking back, I'm sure there was some hanky-panky going on between my
alleged father and the side cooze during the show.  There had to have been.  Right?

Here is why I am Single...  When we got home, I remember I was dropped off and my alleged father
did not come in.  I was greeted by my oldest sister, at that moment an angry 11 or 12 year old, who grabbed my arm and pulled me to my mother's room.  There was my mother, in her bed with eyes
filled to the brim with tears.  My sister said, "You did that!"  I entered my mother's room and
went to her and quietly asked, "What's wrong, Mommy?"  She took a gulp, or two, of air and
said, "Nothing. Nothing, I'm just a little sad."  I still felt guilty.
Clearly, since my alleged father's side cooze was not much of a secret in our home,
my sister figured out who I had gone to the movies with, and if an 11 year old could put it
together, certainly my mother knew.  I had no idea, that when my alleged father said, "Get in the car, we're going to the movies." he was actually saying, "Come with me, we're gonna break your mother's heart."
Looking back on it, I think he thought he was being clever
saying he was taking his little boy to the movies and the sneaking the side cooze with us.
Was he unaware that we all knew who she was?  How could that be possible?
Who did he think we thought she was?  Incestuous Auntie Minnie?
How could anyone use their child like that?
How could anyone stay married to a man like that?
Could I do that?  Could I use my child? Could I stay with a man who would use his child?
In my case, my child would probably be a chihuahua I've yet to adopt, but the questions still stand.

Despite my mother swallowing her pain and saying nothing that would make me think I did anything to hurt her, I can't help but feel a little twinge of guilt.  I know that I, as a 6 year old, did nothing wrong.  Maybe it's still in my head because my sister said, "You did this."  I don't blame her. She was just a kid, herself and I did appear to be a disloyal little monkey. There's an icky feeling it always give me to think about it and if there's anything I can do to prevent an innocent
chihuahua from feeling like this, I'll just stay single.