Tsk, tsk. You shouldn’t call them during the movie then, Ibloon:)

Besides. The movies are a crappy place to pick up chicks. First of all, it’s really dark. Those of you who are perverts are thinking “that’s great, you must use your hands!”, but you should have a first hand eyesight observation before going for the physical addressing.

Second of all, chicks who go to movies does not like to be picked up by me. Because they go there to see the movies. It took some time figuring that out, but once sorted I’ll never forget that. Until next time.

Third, moviegoers that go alone (unlike I that am accompanied by my self) are really weird and often gothic people. If you get home with them, you might end up wanting to go somewhere else, namely away from them. Believe me, when a chick in a leather dress picks up her whip, she’s not just trying to be alternative.

Four: you have paid for the movie. Why waste it then on someone else. Isn’t it a bit troublesome, after spending your last dime on a flick, to have to ask other people from the audience whether the film was any good? Just because you had your lips around some earflip just about the 4th row, 22nd seat?
It is. You feel like a complete moron.
Dazed, as you always are after watching a movie, you don’t think before you speak. You just:
“Oh, so that guy was his father…. And That’s why he didn’t kill him… yes, I can see it now. *giggle* and I thought he was some mafiaguy and he called him father like a title or something. Oh, it was a title. HE WAS IN THE MOB?! But how do you explain the love affair? Oh. She was a serialkiller. That just about explains it..” etc.

As for the fantastic four, I haven’t seen it yet.
And I don’t think it’s all that fantastic.