She likes me for me, not because I look like Tyson Beckford…

88 minutes was pretty good. When Erin and I arrived there were already quite a few people in the theater. 25 minutes early, munching on popcorn I noticed that we were surrounded by septuagenarians.  I told  Erin, “Have you noticed that we are surrounded by old people? We are the youngest people in here.” People continued to walk in and we were watching for my roommate and his girlfriend. I expected him to be late as that is his m.o. but that only made me more aware of the fact that everyone entering the theater was old.

Finally, a young black couple sat down beside us. I decided that our row would be the young hip row.

The movie started and still no sign of my roommate or his girl. About 7 minutes into the movie they show up. I use my phone to alert them to where we are sitting. I had a feeling he wouldn’t make it at all. He has a history of having random things happen to him. Once I had to pick him up from a phone store because his ex-girlfriend’s dad had pulled a knife on him. He’s been in jail a couple of times for unpaid traffic tickets and I won’t let him use my lawn mower or wash dishes because I am afraid he will break them. If I had to write his six word memoir it would read: Blissfully Ignorant. Dangerously Clumsy. Spent Much.

Erin and I had more fun before the movie than I think we did while watching the movie. We have a surprising number of things in common. We love the same movies, we both love to dance and sing karaoke and – this one surprised me, we both own and salivate over, the Michael Jackson “History” DVD.  “We should have a Michael Jackson night and dress up and watch his videos” Erin said. “I could be Michael and you could be Janet!” I replied without missing a beat. I then went on as to how we could get afro’s and dress in 70’s clothes.

So far things are going great. The true test of this relationship will be her cooking abilities, whether or not she bakes a good chocolate chip cookie, and if she enjoys watching Food Network. But in reality, what is most important to me is that she likes me for me. I’ve never dated a girl that “gets” me and my humor the way Erin gets me. She laughs easily at my jokes and even when I’m not making jokes. And, she doesn’t fence me in or expect “quality time”. She understands that any time with me is “quality time”. (Take a note people. haha.)

88 Minutes is pretty good, a little gory and disturbing. Picture girls tied upside down hanging from the ceiling being tortured and screaming. It’s gruesome, but it keeps you guessing.