Today I went to the movies near Lincoln Center and saw the romantic comedy Something Borrowed. It’s based on a book series I won’t ever read.
This was for a review I’m writing. Usually, I go to screenings a few weeks before a movie hits theaters, but this one’s already out. So I had to go to one of the ticket machines and pay my admission. If anyone had been there to judge, I might have wanted to say, “I’m getting paid to do this. I wouldn’t see this movie of my own volition.”
I wouldn’t have said it, but I might have wanted to.
The theater was full of women and sensitive Jewish men who will see anything with their women. I found a good seat right in the middle, two seats down from this women who was also there alone. She was eating a sandwich she’d brought from a deli and had four or five shopping bags around her seat.
I felt an instant connection to her.
