August 26, 2012
My friend and I went to see The Bourne Legacy a couple of weeks ago. It was the two of us in the theater, as well as six men, most of whom had come alone to see the manly movie. “Don’t sit near us,” I warned. “We’re both in love with Jeremy Renner. We’re also movie talkers. She never shuts up. I’m serious, you should move.”
One guy didn’t heed the warning (we are adorable, after all); he sat behind us and seemed to tolerate our comments for a while. These included, “I could find a way to be comfortable on that rock,” to “Oh, have mercy, a leather jacket, I may faint,” to “Let’s not be coy, sister, you know you’re gonna.” It was when my friend said (not using her inside voice), “I want. To lick. That NECK!” that the man finally broke and changed seats as we giggled like 12-year-old girls at a Justin Bieber concert.
I’m not 100% sure what the movie was about…spies or something?…but then again, that’s not really why we went. ; )