When Mottsu and I went to the cinema we would hold hands. From the opening titles to the closing credits, we’d hold hands in the dark throughout the movie. Fingers would be squeezed in tense scenes and gently held through the emotional ones.
Holding the hand of someone close to me connects and grounds me. I am reassured by the gentle grip of another. My flustered head stilled and my erratic heartbeat steadied. Holding hands at the movies, it is a great memory. We sat so well together. We were a great couple, I loved us at the movies with hands clasped.
Holding hands is one of my favourite things, it is right up there with preserved lemons and Scotty dogs.
Today I went to the movies alone. It is no big deal. I often go the movies alone. Today when took my seat and looked around I noticed was really alone, there was no one else in the cinema. It was empty but for me. An audience of one. Spooky. The film was a family comedy, which worked in my favour. I could have been really unglued watching suspense or horror. The experience was a little unnerving nonetheless, and the movie a little blah…
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