Gloria fished out a dime from the bottom of her shoulder bag and called Marty. He picked up on the fourth ring.
“Where the hell are you?” Gloria yelled. He sounded groggy, like he was still in bed.
“What time is it?” he asked, yawning.
”It’s 4:15, the movie starts in fifteen minutes. This was supposed to be a date Marty – you were supposed to be taking me out on a God Damn date. Fuck You.”
Gloria pulled out a Menthol and started walking towards the movie theatre. Two teenage girls passed by. They were dressed in ripped fishnets, mini-skirts and black leather jackets. One had painted her lips black, the other had drawn a huge spider web on the right side of her face. For The Love Of God, thought Gloria.
After a final drag of her cigarette, she tossed it on the sidewalk and flattened it with her left clog. At the box office window sat a chunky lady snapping gum. The lady’s hair was teased into a tall rounded pouf, where, Gloria imagined, she kept hundreds of sticks of gum.
“One adult ticket please,” Gloria said.
“No date with you honey? You’re such a pretty young thing.”
“Thanks,” muttered Gloria, “turns out my date is an asshole.”
The round pouf lady shook her head.
“Oh honey, I sure am sorry to hear that. I know all about assholes, I married two of them. But my new hubby is a gem, so you just keep on keepin on. You’ll find someone.”
After buying a large pop and a box of Jujubes, Gloria found a seat towards the back of the theatre. She tossed a couple of Jujubes in her mouth.
“The problem with Jujubes is that they get stuck to your teeth and then you have to kind of scrape away the gunk with your fingernails.”
Gloria turned to where the voice seemed to be coming from and saw a tall, shaggy haired young guy. He smiled at her and waved his box of Jujubes.
“When I take a girl out on a date I never buy them, because I mean, you gotta be cool, you can’t be sticking your finger in your mouth during a date.” Gloria laughed, almost choking in the process.
“Black and red are my favorites” said Gloria.
“Really? I’m more of an orange and green guy. My name’s Mike by the way.”
Gloria looked at Mike, noticing a large but beautiful gap between his two perfectly straight front teeth. She imagined orange and green jelly oozing out from between them. Mike moved seats, so that he was closer, but still behind her.
“It’s a good thing we’re not on a date,” said Mike, “because this way we can both enjoy our Jujubes. What did you say your name was?”
“I didn’t. It’s Gloria. My name is Gloria.” She smiled. There was probably gunk stuck to her teeth but she didn’t care.