I don't actually like going out. I think you figured when I was that embarrassed at that party. Well. Not that embarrassed. But if there's a place I really like, it's the movies. Boy I like the movies. Going out with a girl has always been part of my innocent routine. My dirty routine is, well, you know. The things I do so well. But the innocent routine is for those shy girls I "date".
I mean, I'm not interested, really. But there isn't any other way to get in their pants. Painful thoughts, eh? I told you I don't have any other use for women.
Whatever. Like always, today I chose the back of the room for my date. She sits on my left side, her long hair flowing down her shoulders, perfectly encasing her face. Her pink T-Shirt glows faintly in the dark, as the light of the screen flashes against it. As I reach for the popcorn bag from which she is picking regularly, I cannot take my eyes off her short white skirt, that exposes her pretty legs and knees. As I'm putting a fistful of popcorn in my mouth, I notice that she's looking at me sideways, a Mona Lisa type of smile on her lips. I devour her with my eyes, then turn my head to look at the screen.
I don't even remember the name of the movie. It's something about a romantic comedy where a broken hearted guy starts to sleep around.
Not that I can relate. I sneak a look at her, and she's still giving me that sideways glance with the smirk on her lips. Time to move.
I never follow any technique from books or whatever. But the arms-stretching act always work. So I yawn lazily, and raise my hands, stretching them wide. I search the darkness quickly with my eyes. There are several empty rows separating us from the nearest guy. It's a half empty room. Satisfied, I lower my arms, putting one of them around her as I relax in my seat.
Her smirk turns into a grin as she realises what I just did. I take another fistful of popcorn, as our eyes lock. I smile slightly, putting the popcorn in my mouth, and munch. She breaks the eye contact, and starts to look again at the screen.
I inch my face closer to hers.
"You look beautiful baby", I whisper in her ear.
I am well aware of my hot breath blowing in her ear. I can feel her whole body tightening in my grip.
She lets out a little shaky, nervous laugh.
"Thank you", she whispers.
I take a branch of hair away from her face.
"You know I love you, right?" I say, the lie stinging the tip of my tongue.
She gives me the sideways look.
"What are you doing?" she asks, a funny tone in her voice.
"Just watching a movie with the most beautiful girl in the world." I say, caressing her jaw.
She restrains herself from smiling.
"That's weak flattery", she says, trying to sound casual. "And the screen's over there, by the way."
My smile widens.
"Guess I'm not interested in that movie, then."
She rolls her eyes, and turn her head again.