In a Lynch

Tyler tells me before the movie that he wonโ€™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.

๐Ÿ’๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ: Hot soup? In this weather?

๐Ÿ’๐Ÿผโ€โ™‚๏ธ: Steaming! There he is, soupingโ€™ away when this blonde comes up andโ€ฆโ€

Tyler gestures kissy faces.
๐Ÿ’๐Ÿผโ€โ™‚๏ธ: And heโ€™s got his arm around her likeโ€ฆโ€

And he puts his arm around me and mimes the grossness, which is darling, but alsoโ€ฆweโ€™re in a heat wave. Please donโ€™t touch me.

๐Ÿ’๐Ÿผโ€โ™‚๏ธ: And heโ€™s pissing me off.

๐Ÿ’๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ: Why?

๐Ÿ’๐Ÿผโ€โ™‚๏ธ: Because you can tell itโ€™s all for show!

๐Ÿ’๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ: Hey Ty, thatโ€™s the girl youโ€™re going to marry.

I motion to a girl who looks a lot like Brian Johnson of AC/DC fame. Hat and all.

๐Ÿ’๐Ÿผโ€โ™‚๏ธ: You always pick the worst looking chicks for my future wife.

๐Ÿ’๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ: Would you have me be any other way?

๐Ÿ’๐Ÿผโ€โ™‚๏ธ: Nah.

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