Magic Mike Makes Me Cry Too

So… my sister wanted to go see Magic Mike and we planned our girls’ day to go see it.  All was well with the world as we waited with the throngs of overly excited women filling the theater.  As the previews started, I burst into tears and began sobbing about something which shall forever go unexplained.  I, who share shamelessly, won’t give you all of the mystifyingly irrational details of this breakdown.  Let’s just say I misunderstood something because my phone’s internet connection inside the theater sucked.  I cried for several minutes, sniffling and babbling incoherently.  All the while, wanton females were shoving popcorn in their mouths in anticipation of seeing man booties.  My sister who knows me pretty well was at a loss as to how to deal with weepy sitting next to her.  First, she handed me tissues.  Then she asked if I needed popcorn or chocolate.  When neither of these tactics worked, she tried to console me which was very awkward for both of us.  While we love each other deeply, my sister and I do not have a huggy, say “I love you” kind of relationship.  This is most likely due to my overwhelming dislike of hugs.  So… girding herself for what was to come, she put her arm around my shoulders and said something akin to “there, there”.  Holy awkward, Batman!  She said, “I know you hate hugs but I just don’t know what else to do.”  I am pretty sure she was desperate to stop the weeping because I was harshing the Magic Mike mood of the ladies (and one 70+ gentleman) around us. 

Well, eventually the webpage I was trying to see loaded completely on my phone, and I was able to see that I had clearly overreacted.  I sniffled again, dried my eyes, wiped my nose, and enjoyed some Magic Mike right alongside every other woman in the KC metro area.