Ladies-in-Waiting

Okay, so the boy from Cycle Three has yet to call. It's 4:00 on Friday and I am dying to see Walk the Line tonight. I was hoping to see it with him, as that was a main topic of conversation on our first date. What's worse is that I have a friend I can see the movie with in lieu of Cycle Three boy but, alas, she too is waiting for a possible date to call.

So as I sit here, a lady-in-waiting (not only for her own gentleman caller but her friend's as well) and you sit there reading this choking back the well-deserved "pathetic girl" comments, I ponder the idea of becoming a lady-who-goes-to-the-movies-alone. I know, I know. It's a common situation. But I am an "alone-movie-goer" virgin. And going to a movie that is destined to be highly attended, I'm a little nervous about using it as my, shall we say, flower taker? cherry popper? You get the idea.

But what does attending a movie alone lead to? In my mind, I see a future of eating tuna straight from the can and multiplying the number of cats I own by 15. I know lots of people who attend movies by themselves. You may even be one of them. They seem very normal (keyword: seem). I have to remind myself, "Hey, 1) you don't even like tuna and 2) the reason you adopted your cat is she terrorized the other cats in the shelter and you felt bad for her." So just by attending a movie alone, you will not turn into a tuna-eating cat lady. I guess I feel like a part of me is giving up on finding a special someone by going to a movie by myself.

Silly, I know. But for now, I will remain a lady-in-waiting.