Decisions… decisions…
Before the age of the huge multiplexes out there, dating was reserved for maybe a handful of movies. But now… the decisions for a date are nearly endless these days.
Not only do you have to navigate through a sea of food possibilities in the food court of the mall, but once you survive that ordeal, you then have to come to some kind of conclusion about which movie you both will ultimately see.
Will it be a romantic comedy? A horror film? A raunchy teen flick? A cheesy, sappy “chick flick”? Guys… you have to be careful about those “chick flicks”… you don’t want to get caught up in one of those and have your date take a glance at you only to see your eyes tearing up over the impending death of one of the characters on the screen. That would be a big no-no.
And it definitely won’t help you “seal the deal”, so to speak.
Gory movies are a mixed bag. On one hand, if the movie is scary enough, you’re almost guaranteed that your date will look to you for comfort. To hide herself in your chest until the “scary parts” are over. But… what happens if the movie frightens the bee-jee-bees out of you instead of HER?
And your date LIKES the movie?
The last few strips are greatly inspired by my experiences with my wife when we saw the movie “Seven”. She absolutely loved that movie while the more I watched, the less I wanted to watch. And yet, there was my woman, watching the movie intently while I was trying not to cower too much like a little puppy scared of thunder and lightning… Trying hard NOT to cringe at the thought of what might come next.
But that’s okay. I don’t mind. I’m secure enough in my manhood to admit this small weakness. Of course, that would all change drastically if I wasn’t married.
If we weren’t married and were just on a date, I would have put up a brave front and pulled off the greatest con known to man. Mainly that “Seven” didn’t affect me. Or give me spine-shattering chills. Even as I sit here typing this.
Wonder if Marc can do the same with “Bloody Chainsaw Massacre Zombies IV”???
-Chris