Going Out By Myself

I don’t mind going out alone. This time, I was supposed to see a free preview but that didn’t work out since I wasn’t camping out in the hot ass sun for several hours. I didn’t realize people were this hard up to see a movie for free, if I had, I would have stayed my ass home cause that crowd was redonkulous (and I heard people had been sitting there for over two hours and it was still an hour before the movie?!). Considering what I knew about the size of the theater and the length of the line, I wasn’t going to get in, so I bounced.

Apparently my lack of commitment to get there more than an hour prior meant I wasn’t intended to see the preview cause it’s just not that serious. So… I switched venues– I decided that since I’m already out, might as well make something of it, otherwise I just wasted all that gas for a whole lot of nothing. That’s how I ended up at the dine-in movies alone…

I don’t see what the big deal is. Going out alone, I don’t have to coordinate schedules, that’s a real pain in the ass. People my age have lives and plans and schedules, god knows I can’t just call up and expect people to be able to roll with it at the drop of a hat. Unfortunately.

Being alone means I can be spontaneous and do things like going to another movie at the last minute without having to coerce or beg AND without having to suffer the indignities of the post-event whining if things don’t live up to expectations.

The other hidden benefit: I can watch whatever the hell I want especially if it is not kid friendly. I have a need to let loose too. Granted this is probably a safe outing, not nearly as humiliating as the time I went to this salsa bar and sat by the dance floor watching the entire time while the women around me were all asked to dance and I remained planted like the proverbial wallflower I felt like. So, uh, yeah. I’m not into dating and putting myself “out there” is for the birds. I’ll stick with my safe bets, thank you very much.