crazy movie nights

I went out for a movie by myself and I bought out the seat next to mine as well, just to ensure that they don’t sell it to a shady single man.

It wasn’t enough. I had a gang of single dudes sitting right behind me and a gang of single dudes sitting right in front of me. The movie was from the upcoming masala-women’s lib genre; the dudes made obscene comments and sniggered throughout.

They were clearly there to be entertained for the sex scenes and the sight of women drinking booze in clubwear. In my office western formals, I felt naked and debated exiting the movie hall during the interval. I dared myself to stay on. In the end, I compromised and didn’t step out to buy snacks during the break but sunk lower into my seat instead.

I wondered where all the single women in the city were and what they were doing with their time.

I did some mental math on the way home and figured that next time, I should be wiser and buy out not only the seats next to me but the row in front of me and the one behind me as well.

Oh yeah. How was the movie? Well. It was everything it advertised itself to be. Masala-women’s lib. Exactly like my evening.