Boys who like boysThe man sitting beside you smells like McDonald’s french fries, you think, and you shift impatiently in your seat. He just had to sit beside you in a theater that is virtually empty. You are young and innocent and think nothing of it.
The movie you are watching is not particularly riveting, but you had nothing better to do at home. Nothing good is playing on TV tonight, and your homework does not catch your fancy. It’s another one of those nights that you specialize in—lazy postsummer nights spent staring into space in a dead stupor. Quickly you assessed the situation, and decided that on the whole it is better to stare into a movie screen in a dead stupor than it is to stare into space. So you pulled on a pair of shoes and a jacket and headed off to the nearest theatre.
