The New Sense

Thursday, May 09, 2002

After all the heaviness last night I thought it might be a good idea to go to the movies. I also felt like having a date with B— . We'd never really had one, except for the first night at Verres sterilisés. I asked him what he wanted to see and he said that he wasn't all that keen on movies because they were too light. He's right – he does have a strange way of looking at the world.
"What do you mean, 'too light'?" I said, as he sat at the bar. "You mean that 'A Clockwork Orange' is too light? Or 'Schindler's List'?"
"No, that's not what I meant. I just don't really enjoy movies as a form of entertainment. They don't really grab me."
"Wow. I've never heard that before."
"See."
"Oh, so that's your different way of seeing things? You had to run away from your family and friends in BC because they found out you don't like movies?"
He laughed. "Yes, that's exactly why. My secret's out."
I had to laugh too. He's a strange one, all right. So finally he agreed to come and see 'Monster's Ball', which I judged to be the heaviest of all the films playing. We ate at Pyng nearby, and it did actually feel like a date. He made a big deal about fitting as many veggies as possible into his little bowl at the self-serve bar. He had a theory about putting the densest veggies at the bottom (carrots), finishing it off with beansprouts on top. We managed to joke around and flirt like you do on a date. No weirdness, no tyranny of sight. I had some plum wine, which turned out to be much better than I expected, and very easy to drink three glasses of. Ouch! Bad grammar! Lucky for me Mrs. Turk at Surrey Gardens won't get to read this.
We wandered over to the Forum (can't quite call it the Pepsi Forum yet) arm-in-arm (him wondering when spring was coming) and I was feeling a bit high-school giddy. That all came to an abrupt stop about half an hour into the film when the son shot himself completely out of the blue. I was riveted to the screen after that, until the sex scene between Halle Berry and Billy Bob. I'd read about it and seen her at the Oscars crying her eyes out. Funnily enough, her tears seemed genuine, not like most of the American actresses. Anyway, she was REALLY HOT in that scene. I mean, she was great in the whole film, but in that scene I was getting excited, and I don't think it was by Billy Bob (eeeeuw…) so I looked over at B— to see how he was reacting and – I couldn't believe it – he was ASLEEP! Head lolled back, mouth open a bit. He looked too cute, and with the film so far in there was no point waking him, so I didn't. No wonder he finds movies too light, if he fell asleep in Monster's Ball!
I woke him up during the credits and he smiled, caught in flagrante delicto. I guess he's going through a lot and I'm pretty exhausted myself, so I can't blame him.
When we got home he told me he doesn't sleep well in apartment buildings. Too much going on. Maybe he does have super-hearing after all.
I didn't sleep too well either. Started to get antsy about the appointment at the clinic tomorrow.

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