After weeks of people raving about The Avengers, I finally got the chance to catch it on the local screen. Problem is I couldn’t pull any of my friends to watch it with. So like the usual, I went on alone.
I had my ticket reserved for 2:55 pm screening. I left ABS-CBN exactly 2:00 pm, hailed a cab and arrived at Trinoma exactly 2:15 pm. I remember I haven’t eaten anything since morning so I grabbed a burger somewhere and some iced coffee to go with it.
When I entered the movie house and went on with my assigned seat, I frowned upon seeing I would be seated squeezed in the middle of a bunch of mushy couples. There was the usual pinch somewhere inside, but I didn’t bother and reminded myself I’m there to soak in the awesomeness of the film.
The film didn’t start at 2:55 pm so there was plenty of time for the couple to do the usual thing. From the corner of my eye, I could see how the boys would throw some pecks on the cheek, on the neck and elsewhere in the face of their respective muses.
The girls couldn’t be left behind. Their heads resting on their consort’s chest, hands trailing the masculine hair of the boys’ thigh while elbows rest somewhere beneath Adam’s red apple.
I was half amused, half disgusted by the play of the scene. I told myself, if I ever I’ll have a partner someday, I would never allow a thing or two of what these couples are doing.
And then it hit me. That word, “if.”
The movie went on for the entire two hours and I really enjoyed every minute of it. Thor was amazing, also Hulk. I laughed at the Iron Man’s humor and was taught of a good life lesson out of Captain America. All in all good especially for kids like me.
The lights went on once more. People started piling out; the couples too. They held hand, girls leaning over their boys, the boys walking in their strut that tells they have got the best looking girl in their arms. And off they left.
I thought, somehow, this place is becoming more of a world for couples. Whenever I dine alone in a restaurant, whenever I take a stroll in a park alone, whenever I watch a popcorn movie alone, just like this, I get that same stare. That questioning stare which translates to “oh he’s alone.” There’s no questioning there. And more confusingly, I take them as a pressing statement. Something fixed. A fact. A conclusion.
I realized how pathetic I am for thinking “what if.” There’s no “what if.” There are no “what ifs” for me.
As I make my way out of the mall, the usual noise of the bustling crowd overwhelmed me. I remembered I have lots of things to finish so I thought I needed to go home fast. As I stepped out in the open parking lot, I didn’t immediately notice the mad pouring rain. I looked up at the swirling dark clouds high above and then I ran towards the van that would take me home to Bulacan. I handed a hundred peso bill to the driver. He asked: “Ilan ‘to, isa lang?” That moment, a memory kicked inside my mind. I chuckled. And then, I gave the obvious answer “Opo, isa lang ‘yan.”