Too many broken hearts have fallen in the river
Too many lonely souls have drifted out to sea
You lay your bets and then you pay the price
The things we do for love, the things we do for love
When you love someone you make compromises. Hell, when you don't even love someone you make compromises just to keep the peace. Except for politicians, they don't do anything that even remotely looks like compromising because that would make them look too weak, liberal, conservative, or whatever. After many deals, threats, and bargaining Rich and I went to see The Strangers. You see I hate, no rewind and change that to...I detest scary movies. They give me serious nightmares. I'm thirty-four years old and I still get wake up gasping-sweating- screaming-can't go back to sleep-nightmares.
For example...Poltergeist, nightmares for months, they moved the headstones but not the bodies, what a bunch of dumb asses. Carrie, ugh. Psycho, umm... mom's in the room mummified, oh hell no. Texas Chainsaw Massacre... never seen it, never will. The Omen, the hounds of hell scared the crap out of me. Funny thing is that The Exorcist made me laugh, I didn't find it scary. Saw and Hostel don't count because that's torture porn. Torture porn isn't scary, it just hurts...and why would you get a thrill out of that?
So the deal was, yeah I'll go to the movies with Rich but...
1. We have to see it during the day.
2. Rich has to be home for five nights straight, no overtime, no working nights.
He agreed (while laughing at me) and we went to the movies. I never said I would watch it. I kept my eyes closed through most of the movie because I'm a chicken shit pussy. Once I saw the dude in the mask standing there watching Liv Tyler quietly, I was done! I really wanted to cry because I so worked up. The urge to walk out of the theater was really strong but I toughed it out (with my eyes squeezed tightly shut) because I know for the rest of my life I would never hear the end of it. At one point, the movie theatre was so quite I wanted to scream just to see if everybody else would scream, then I got the giggles thinking about it. So there I am in the movie looking like a crazy women curled up in a ball rocking back and forth in my seat with my eyes squeezed shut, giggling. It was really a sight to see.
And by the way, why do guys think that if they take a date to see a scary movie they are going to get laid? Hey Hon, it's so not happening. I stressed and scared, I don't want to cuddle or participate in foreplay. I want to runaway and hide and trust me, I know my vagina feels the same way. I know this for a fact. You want to get laid? Take me to see a comedy next time.