Perez Hilton, eat (the remaining shreds of) your heart out
My guyfriend B. and I sitting alone in the movie theater on a quiet Sunday afternoon, two minutes before showtime. Two women walk in.
“Wow, this place is so popular today,” one of them says, as they take seats a couple of rows ahead of us.
“I know it. I was beginning to think we were going to be watching the movie alone,” I reply.
“Ohhh.” The other woman says, “Well, we won’t look, we promise.”
I’m suddenly too flustered to answer, but B. finds his footing quickly, “No, no. I’m sure her boyfriend really wouldn’t appreciate that.”
“Her boyfriend, huh?” She turns around in her seat and pops a Junior Mint into her mouth, “Never mind; we ARE going to look. This is about to get JUICY.”