there's a first time for everything...

...and today was my first time going on a date to a movie. I'd been to the movies before, a lot, of course (my best friends both work at the theatre, and so we get in free! free! did you catch that? free!), and gone there with a guy before, but not, like, on a date. Date, as in, with The Boyfriend, and he pays for everything and holds open the doors (but he's always done that). We saw The Pacifier...a rather funny choice, I thought dubiously, for what man in his right mind would take his girl to a movie where the main character is such a H-H-H-U-N-K? That'd be as stupid as me treating him to a movie in which some tall, unproportional Barbie-like curvy blonde has the lead role. I kept my comments to myself, though, something that was made easier than usual, since he (The Boyfriend; not Vin Diesel) held my hand during the entire movie. Kept me from appreciating Vin Diesel too much. ;)

The movie was much better than I'd expected; I actually cried four times. When we left the theatre amongst the gaggle of little kids who'd sat in the back row, The Boyfriend was even looking goofy about them, sporting the "Awww, they're so cute..." look. He tries to hide it, but he's a softie (a softie who works more than eighty hours a week and who hardly ever sleeps).