The Single Life

Yesterday I went on a first date to a movie. We went to a matinee, so the theater was mostly empty. The movie was great, but near the end, somebody behind us decided that licking their monster jawbreaker had numbed their tongue enough, so they sent it flying and hit my date in the head. She got an ambulance ride and I went home without seeing the end of the movie. I'll have to see it again sometime to find out how it ends. I guess the question is whether I dare take a date to see it, or whether I should go by myself.