Tyler tells me before the movie that he won’t be able to pay for my ticket but he can buy me popcorn.
So I get my own ticket and it turns up he bought two, I was just supposed to know to reimburse him.
So we stand outside the theater hoping someone will need a ticket while he tells me about the people watching in Union Square. Some guy tapping away at his computer, drinking hot soup. In the summer.
💁🏻♀️: Hot soup? In this weather?
💁🏼♂️: Steaming! There he is, souping’ away when this blonde comes up and…”
Tyler gestures kissy faces.
💁🏼♂️: And he’s got his arm around her like…”
And he puts his arm around me and mimes the grossness, which is darling, but also…we’re in a heat wave. Please don’t touch me.
💁🏼♂️: And he’s pissing me off.
💁🏼♂️: Because you can tell it’s all for show!
💁🏻♀️: Hey Ty, that’s the girl you’re going to marry.
I motion to a girl who looks a lot like Brian Johnson of AC/DC fame. Hat and all.
💁🏼♂️: You always pick the worst looking chicks for my future wife.
💁🏻♀️: Would you have me be any other way?