He put down his wine glass, a look of disbelief painted across his face. “I just can’t believe you’ve never seen Tron. It’s a classic.”
I shrugged. “I think I may have caught the first few minutes once.” I focused on keeping an innocent face.
He shook his head, looking plaintively across the murmuring restaurant. “Okay, so I know what we should do for our next date, then.”
“You want to make me watch Tron?”
“It’s a classic! It’s a cultural icon. You have been deprived, and we need to fix that.” He ran his fingers through his hair in righteous indignation.
“Of course,” I said, keeping my tone light.
He looked at me. “What other classic movies haven’t you seen?”
I couldn’t help the sarcasm this time. “Hard for me to say.”
“Okay, then. How about Predator? Alien?”
I shook my head. “No and no.”
“Seriously? What about 2001?”
“Nope…. But I know that Strauss’s in it.”
A blank look washed over his features, but he quickly re-composed himself. Maybe next time I chose the date, we’d go to the orchestra.
He sighed. “What about Star Wars? Everyone’s seen Star Wars.”
I manufactured a playfully guilty smile. “Maybe a couple of minutes of each.”
“You have got to be kidding. How could you not have seen these movies?”
I shrugged theatrically, drawing in a dramatic breath. “I have no idea.”
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