Entry 3
Well, that didn't go quite as planned, but I suppose it was still…
Oh, you're the person I'm supposed to be honest with! Alright, try this again.
Tonight was a disaster.
First off, he paid for nothing. The entire time. Okay, he bought his own ticket, but that was it. I bought popcorn for both of us. My plan was that we would eat the popcorn and get thirsty, and I would say to him, "I'm sure thirsty." Then he'd buy us some soda, and I would thank him sooo graciously and tell him how generous and caring he was.
The plan fell apart right at the "we would eat the popcorn" part.
Maybe I'm being unfair. He did follow his part and eat his popcorn. But he followed his part a little too well. He ate all his popcorn, and most of my popcorn. Now don't think that I'll begrudge him a little popcorn, but he took it without even asking, so I never got the chance to say "Sure, Sonic, I'd love for you to have some of my popcorn!" or something sweet like that. So I think to myself, "It's no big deal, the plan can still work." So I say to him, "I'm sure thirsty."
He grunted. Like I was supposed to know what that grunt meant in English.
So I tried again. "I'm really thirsty," I said, in my best "pleading puppy" voice.
And he said to me, "There's a water fountain near the bathroom."
But I didn't give up, oh no. (Now that I think about it, if I'd given up there, it would have been better. But nooo…) Instead I said, "But I want some soda."
To which he said, "There's at least six concession stands in this theater."
"But I want you to get me a soda," I said, and that was my last mistake.
"I'm not getting you a soda," he said rudely. At that point at least four people made very loud shushing noises, which meant that neither of us said anything for the rest of the movie. And if you've ever been in a situation where ill-will was hanging in the air but no one could speak, you know that even when the movie was over we still couldn't talk to each other.
I know you could guess this, but he didn't walk me home, either. He abandoned me at the movie theater, and ran home, so of course I had no chance of catching him to try and talk to him again. I had to take a cab, and when I got back to my apartment there was loud music coming from his. You know, "go away"-type music. I can even hear the stuff now! So I'm going to have to wait… I don't know how long until I see him again.
I, myself, am willing to let what happened tonight slide. I have no idea how he'll take it, and that's what worries me.
And, just to add insult to injury, the movie stunk.