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Ugh, man!

I scoop up a generous handful of popcorn in frustration, pop it in my mouth, and crunch on the caramel icing a little irritably. Strictly speaking, I don’t care what anyone else thinks, much less what some girl whose personal life is so miserable that she has to drool over other people’s men. But it’s annoying in itself. Still, the specter of sexism is very much alive in the minds of our patriarchal society.

– Is everything okay? – Shea asks Shea thoughtfully.

– What could be wrong?

– You don’t usually eat half the popcorn by the end of the movie,’ he nods at my bucket, ‘and now I’d bet that in five minutes you’ll be chewing cardboard.

It’s bad enough that I’m so damn relaxed with him that I completely forget to keep my cool and not fall down on basic things. But it’s good that Shea notices it all. Means he’s watching. Means he cares.

It’s bad enough that I should be happy about all this, and I just… No, he’s nice and sweet and warm and comfortable. And it would be hypocritical of me not to say that I’m not flattered that my thirty-five-year-old carcass has attracted the attention of a much younger man. But something has to click somewhere, right? Like Nana and R’ran, or Aurora and Ma’nu. Or is my inner cynic incapable of clicking?