Okay, so I bought a ticket that said Sleeping with Other People, and then it was dark and I struggled like Clouseau to find my seat. Do you know what that's like? When it's so dark you need to use your hands like the blind man I used to be? Good thing I didn't accidentally squeeze anybody's upper body parts. Squeeze, squeeze. "Excuse me, Ma'am." Squeeze, squeeze. Do you know what I mean? That can be so embarrassing. And do you know why I didn't squeeze anybody's upper body parts and say, "Excuse me Ma'am?" Well? Because when my eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, it took me an additional five seconds in limbo to realize I was pretty much alone in there. What's going on here? And here's the weirdest thing of it all: there were three guys staring at me and no ladies. No ladies, because it was just us... four guys — four guys poised to see a romcom on a Saturday morning. Now, how twisted is that? I had to be in the Twilight Zone. I just had to be. Nothing else made sense.
That makes sense, right?
So while this foul storm challenged the decrepit foundations of our local movie theater, and ever so brutally, I kept wondering again and again and again how the heck I had ended up in this dark room with three other guys and not a single female human being in sight. Four guys in a dark room. Sounds scary. I know. And then it dawned on me: lonely guys need a romcom. Everyone else was still lying in bed with an actual girl, maybe even on top of a girl (or boy). And since I sleep on the couch on account of this weird rumor that I snore like a boar, which may be true, I decided to go for an early walk and, what the heck, watch a movie instead of munching down some well-deserved breakfast.
That makes sense, right?
And now you probably expect me to tell you what I thought of Sleeping with Other People and, you know, go into the nitty-gritty of why I decided — nay, resolved — to buy a ticket that said Sleeping with Other People in the first place. Could it be that my inner-voice had whispered something naughty in my inner-ear? Something like, Psssst.... Hey, Blue.... Doesn't it sound great... Sleeping with other people on a stormy Saturday morn? Haha I bet you'll like it more than that new James Bond flick. Who needs a gorgeous French girl anyway? Well.. do it. Buy that ticket and enjoy the sleeping-with-other-people ride, you big ole couch jockey. And much to my surprise I did. I enjoyed it. The weather was bad, I was hungry, not to mention horny, but I loved it. I LOVED IT. I loved it so much I thought I was in the Twilight Zone. Help!
But this is not a review. (Do I look like Roger Ebert to you?) This is me sharing my life with you. You don't mind, I'm sure. Now, go and see that wonderful movie for yourself. It's called Sleeping with Other People, but something tells me you already know.
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|Well, that about sums it up for me. Thanks, Pickleope.|