"I thought he was okay -- my mother's a teacher. He was nice, he loved her."
"Yeah but he had no personality, he was grotesquely sensitive. Women always go for the jerks, it just wasn't true." The fact that I got three bites from American women for this date only confirmed it.
"I guess that's true. What about you, did you like it?"
I went on what I'd call a controlled rant.
Paige took it pretty well. She said, "I guess I just didn't take it very seriously. I don't take movies very seriously. I almost never see them." She had a full schedule of ballet and dance programs to see every night this week.
Normally, a movie like that would make my blood boil. But watching it with Paige sort of complicated my reaction -- she took the edge off the rage, which was disturbing.
I'm not sure if I should watch movies with her again.
"Don't you know who I am?" I asked.
"No," she said, not naively, just matter-of-factly, as if interested.
"I'm not going to be mean," I said.
She looked slightly puzzled but forgiving. "OK."
I'm not going to trash Paige, because she doesn't deserve it. Her photo, name, phone numbers and other details aren't for you.
Yeah, I can hear the line from American Me: "You're showing weakness, ese." But fair is fair. Paige was impressive. She liked it okay. I hated it, though not as bad as I should have. The movie was a Big, Fat, Greek-American Lie.
RATING: I'm giving this film 2 scimitars, a special icon, meaning that it pushes the male viewer to throw his support completely behind the Turks in their conflict with Greece. Were it 3 scimitars, we would support the total Turkish conquest of Cyprus.