For some strange reason one day I mentioned that I wanted to see Snakes on a Plane, don’t ask! So, we decided to go and he picked me up. I get into the car and realize he is a bit dressed up and wearing cologne. I think to myself, “No big deal, right? He wanted to dress up…it was a Friday night.” He was being really polite and opening doors and asked if I needed anything. I am polite and say thank you and continue to be my goofy laughing-self. So the movie started and I immediately knew it is going to suck. I was right, within 15 minutes it was terrible.

I must have been out of my mind when I said that I wanted to see Snakes on a Plane. He must have been out of his mind when he agreed! Nevertheless, he picked me up and off we went. Shortly after getting into the car, the scent of his cologne gorged my nasal passages, and if that wasn’t bad enough he was tad dressed up. Did he think this was a date?! No, it was Friday night; this must have been his customary Friday night attire. But when his politeness seemed to cross the friendship line, my suspicion only deepened. Despite his chivalrous gestures, I continued to be my goofy self. Immediately after the movie started, I had this overwhelming feeling, “this movie is going to suck.” I was right; 15 minutes after the movie began I wanted to pull my hair out.

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