Hundreds of miles away, you went on a date with me to a movie by yourself. When I took my seat alone in an ornate, red veloured darkness you've never set your grey eyes upon, our romantic weeknight commenced.
In the pre-show emptiness of the Orpheum, I filled my empty stomach with a whole wheat pita crammed with carrots and cucumber and tomatoes. Soon, I would find myself helping a stranger search in vain for his wallet between the soft crimson cushions.
Our wallet brigade forfeitted, the lights dimmed, and as the preview reel began to spin in Chicago, I slipped back into my seat in Madison to have a movie date with an incredibly handsome man... nowhere to be seen...
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