Looking Back at Harry Potter 4

It was Friday night and I had a date with Jay.  A real date that he’d asked me on.  No games, no group plans, just him and me going to see Harry Potter 4.  In the college town we lived in, second run “Dollar Theater” dates were abundant, but seeing a first run movie, at night when there were no discounts, meant serious business.

Earlier in the week we’d had a quasi date/hang out session in the which Jay had inadvertently (that’s my word – his word would be smoothly) put his arm around me.  It happened, I basked in the glow of my dream guy’s physical affection, then it ended.  There was no commentary about what it meant, relationship status, nothing to define the beginning of coupledom or meaningless friendly cuddles.

He picked me up – I wore something adorable, he wore whatever he’d worn to school that day.  We drove to the theater talking about this or that – what had happened that day, how excited we were to see the movie and so on.  We parked, walked into the theater, he held the door for me, we got to our seats, Jay went to the bathroom, I sat alone… thinking.

Is he going to make any kinds of moves?  Does he think I’m going to make a move?  Maybe we’re just friends… but are we friends that make moves?

Jay came back from the bathroom.  The lights faded and the previews began.  I strategically placed my hand on my knee the way girls do when they want it to be held – of course it would be much more comfortable to sit a different way, but we do it for you, men.

There was nothing to hold him back besides his feelings.  There were no snacks or tubs of popcorn to hold on to – we were mutually way too cheap for that.

The previews ended and the telltale Harry Potter music began – da, da da, da, du, da da…  What was that?  I looked down and there was a scouter pinkie touching the back of my hand.  I stayed perfectly still as to not scare the pinkie so that it could report back to the rest of the hand that the playing field was safe for advancement.  The pinkie retracted and my hand was scooped up in Jay’s.

We held hands for the rest of the movie (I’m still not entirely sure what happens in the first fifteen minutes, and I bet Jay doesn’t know either).  We held hands walking to the car.  We held hands to my front door to say goodnight.

A first kiss?  No, that’s another story for another day.  But I’m telling this story now because since that day it’s been our tradition to go on dates to HP.  That was the first, then we went to #5 in a little one-room theater in Weaverville, CA while on a camping trip with my family, and tonight Jay got a babysitter so we can go to #6.  This will be our first real date since moving to TX and I’m super excited.

7 hours to go… I better start getting ready!

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