"Two tickets to Iron Man 3 please," both the RC guy and I walk up to the counters at Melbourne Central's Hoyts. "one student and one adult. Thanks!"
Okay, so I've never been a fan of Iron Man 3 so I wasn't so much excited for this particular film. I think I kind of need to explain myself for this. Initially I always thought Iron Man was way too arrogant for a man who requires a suit to be "strong" and hence in Avengers he really annoyed me comparing himself to my hunky spunky Captain America. Everyone tells me it's his personality, well heck, did I not mention that I don't like arrogant people?
So I went only to allow for RC guy to pick the movie because everything else would be my decision. So here I was walking into the film with an open mind just incase it was an experience that would change my mind about IR. Turns out Iron Man wasn't so bad by the end of the film. The back story of his life really became something that changed my mind about him. He's a great guy but even with that armour he still isn't as attractive to me as a man who uses his own body strength ;)
But you're probably more interested in how RC guy and I spent the entire time in the cinema. Mind you it was our first date together and it wasn't as elegant as I had expected it to be. I could feel the tension between us as we talked during the advertisements prior to the film. I could feel that he wanted to hold my hand or put his arms around me. My goodness, the thought of it at the time made me want to laugh so hard. It was ridiculously corny and typical of every guy who took a girl out.
Even now I look back at it and I still laugh. The film begins and I feel a nudge from him. I look at him and the goofiest smile forms from the right to the left side on his face. I couldn't help but just return the nudge and turn away and I smile. I could see him in my peripheral vision just goofing off to himself.
We're both nudging each other and then he just grabs a hold of my left hand and entangles his fingers in between mine. A quick rush of blood comes flowing to my head and I am completely flustered, blushing in the dim lights coming from the screen of the cinema.
"Wait a minute, he is holding my hand. What the actual....?" was my reaction and I remember feeling that the whole way through the two hours we were there.
I never wanted it to end to be honest. I hadn't felt so apprehensive in a very very long time. It wasn't a fearful kind of state of unease but more of a "holy crap I got butterflies" kind of feeling. I missed that fluttering feeling, it had been quite a fair while since I felt that way. Throughout the film, I felt him always looking at me. He's the kind of guy who will spend an entire watching you do the things you do and still be in complete awe about you.
To this day, he still looks at me like that almost everyday I see him. I think both of us are still trying to get used to the idea that people like us exist and they are in our lives.
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