If there are two things in life that I know that are facts, they are: #1 bitches* love cheese (the best quote of all time, thanks JM) and #2 bitches love The Notebook. Obviously there are exceptions to every rule, some ladies may not like cheese or The Notebook, but does that matter for the sake of this post? Nope.
Anyway, Last night, I dragged Mr. Opposite kicking and screaming to TIFF in the Park’s showing of the Notebook. In truth, he wasn’t actually kicking and screaming at all. I think that a big part him knew that there were going to be tons of women at this showing, and if Mr. Opposite likes anything, it’s women. Especially beautiful women with nice legs. This is huge, because for the most part, as you all know he hates everything. And, his instincts were correct. There were gaggles upon gaggles of women everywhere. What’s that all about?
We showed up early to the show because we (we meaning ‘I’) wanted to get the limited seating that TIFF supplies. At first we thought we were completely out of luck, but then we noticed two unused seats, carried them to the back and set up just outside of the main group. As swarms of birds, err, women flocked to David Pecaut Square a woman who was observing her surroundings (ladies everywhere) approached Mr. Opposite and I.
‘Um, excuse me’ she said politely, ‘what’s showing tonight?’
‘Err, the Notebook,’ we responded in unison with smirks on our faces, knowing how cliché it was.
She then snickered and walked away. She didn’t even say a word. She barely even gave us a laugh, more of a snort-y-snicker that said more than any word could have. She really just laughed at scenario and walked away. It. Was. Hilarious. I think, last night, that woman became my hero.