One thing I like about watching movies with Spider is that we always end up close. Not snuggling, just sort of subtly leaning in, shoulders or knees brushing or pressed together, in such a way that it always seems like an accident neither of us are willing to back down from. We have a tacit understanding that we are neither of us romantically interested in the other, for half a dozen really good reasons, so that's pretty much as exciting as things get between us. But it does make for a cozy movie experience.
Last night he rented Broken Flowers (which turned out to be my favorite movie I've seen yet this year), and we started it sitting a good yard apart on the wide leather sofa. Over the course of the movie we tilted sideways toward each other like two halves of a drawbridge, so that by the time the credits rolled, we were both lying flat with the crowns of our heads touching. I inhaled the scent of his weird papaya shampoo and watched the names scrolling by sideways through half-lidded eyes.
"Is that Ethiopian music putting you to sleep?" I asked after a while.
"Kinda." His voice sounded strange, echoing through both our skulls. "Why, is it doing a number on you too?"
"... Yeah."
See if it doesn't make you drowsy as well:
Mulatu Astatqé - Tezeta (Nostalgia)
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It reminds me of music from the Charlie Brown specials, but smoother.
>>we are neither of us romantically interested in the other
The last relationship that I described like this resulted in marriage.
And a good thing, too! Don't hold your breath on this one, though.
grrlpup: maybe that's why it's so soothing, because it's vaguely familiar?
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