Last year when I when on my first date with my ex. (Isn't that a sentence?) We went to go see Non Stop. (Pretty shitty movie by the way.) We were holding hands and apparently "the guy downstairs" wanted to say hello. I crossed my legs but that didn't really help because at that point she already knew what was going on. She was like, "Wow. Already?" I was a little shocked because I wasn't sure if that if that was a good sign or bad sign. So I was like, "Mhm." She got up, said she had to use the bathroom then patted me on my lap. I'm looking around the theatre thinking did anyone else hear/see that. Then I thought, "Fuck, what if she left." So now I'm just looking at Liam Neeson flirting with some old chick. "The guy downstairs" was still up and about. She comes back, surprisingly, and my legs are still crossed. She then was like, "Is it me or her?" I tried to act all cool and shit and said, "You." Then the guy who was sitting behind us patted me on the back and laughed. So we both just sat there for like twenty minutes and not knowing if things were going well or not I put my arm around her. She didn't say a word until the movie was over. We walk out and I asked her, "How'd you like it?" She said, "I don't know yet." Some time passes, we hug and she leaves. So I'm just standing there thinking, "Good going."

A few hours go by, I'm at my house thinking that I just blew it. (No pun intended.) I get a text from her asking what I was up to. I text back, "Nothing." She replied, "Huh, that's ironic." I'm sitting there thinking, "Is this good or bad?" I guess my problem was I didn't know how to respond in a way that would work in my favor. Well wouldn't know she thought I was just being cute and the rest is history.

She cheated on me too so I really never understood her.