“Magic Mike ” hit theaters this weekend, chiseled abs ablazing. I made sure I was there opening day with some close friends: me, myself and I.
I had planned on going with a few gal pals to see Channing Tatum and the other men of Xquisite shake their money makers, however, I realized last minute that the only day I could go was Friday, when none of my cohorts were available. Not wanting to dash my plans, I just took myself on a date to the stripper flick.
But was seeing a movie about exotic dancers by myself something I should be embarrassed about? I was a bit worried about judgmental side glances leaving me unnerved throughout the movie. Then I remembered: automated ticket kiosks! Social obstacle conquered, I discreetly bought my ticket.
Did I mention it was an 11 a.m. show? The day was mine for the planning, and it’s not often I can take advantage of matinee pricing. Once inside, I carefully selected my seat—not creeping too close to anyone, but also not so removed that I would be that person lurking in the back of the theater, making everyone uncomfortable.
Being a weekday morning, it was a bit sparser than it must have been throughout the rest of opening weekend—after all, “Magic Mike” did make an impressive $39.2 million at the box office. I glanced around awkwardly to seek out my fellow single attendees. I should have worked to develop some sort of nod-code to let them know I was a kindred spirit. (But that in and of itself might have been weird too, I suppose…)
As soon as the movie began, though, I was transported to Tampa and I forgot I was alone or that it wasn’t even noon. My anonymous friends and I laughed together—at both intended jokes and with giddiness as the clothes came flying off. None of those insecurities mattered because I was having a blast with all these strangers.
Do I still want to see “Magic Mike” with my friends so we can experience it together? Of course, but I think in the mean time, I’ll start proposing more post-movie mixers for solo patrons to come together and celebrate how nothing will stop them from seeing the movie they want to see when they want to see it.
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