Ever had a movie-scene moment?

My friend and I broke the law. Someone called the cops on us. We ran back to her house and hid out. About thirty minutes later the doorbell rings. We look at each other with wide eyes and don’t make a move. Then there’s a knock on the door. My friend gets up and goes to answer it. I remind her to look through the peephole and say something like “If it’s the cops, pretend no one is home.”

… It was her boyfriend. He spent the next hour or two making fun of us for being so silly and scared.

My first kiss could easily have been a movie moment. I was at a summer camp (nerd camp, to be exact), and I had met this boy a few days before, and we decided to “date,” well, as much as one can when confined to a specific quad on a college campus, and we liked each other A LOT. We were at the first dance of the term, which was held outside on the quad, and it was the first slow song (Collide by Howie Day, if I remember correctly). It was one of those times during a slow dance where we gazed into each other’s eyes and our lips slowly joined. At that point, I was so caught up that it felt like everything around me was spinning, and the whole world stopped for us. In the long run, the guy was a huge asshole, but that one moment was to die for. I couldn’t have asked for anything better. I was a lucky girl; both my first kiss and my devirginization were movie-moment perfect.

I’ve had a couple..

One involved passionately making out in the pouring rain, but I was dating someone else. I showed up at my boyfriend’s house, drenched. I couldn’t open the door. He let me in, dried me off. I told him what happened, but he already knew. We then made love, but it was vicious sex. Lots of hitting and crying on my part. Nothing really made sense. It would have been a good movie.

You guys should write screenplays. Really.

I can never tell if it’s a movie scene moment or just deja vu.

Things are constantly happening to me that make me think, “My life should be a sitcom. I’d have the best ratings ever.”

My major movie moment was probably being proposed to. It was at a WorldCon, and my boyfriend had George R.R. Martin inscribe the proposal into one of his books and sign it. George was the guest of honor that year, and at our suite party for him, which he attended, my guy presented the book to me. My reply was something to the effect of, “Are you fucking retarded?” hahaha But it was quickly followed by a yes!

I’ve had many… my life reads like a soap opera…
One of the great ones though had to be kissing in the rain.

I had gotten in a fight with my non-boyfriend (complicated relationship filled with love/hate but no formal titles of boyfriend/girlfriend) and I stormed out of the bar. Slammed my drink down and left in a rage. It was pouring out and of course I didn’t have an umbrella. He followed me out a few minutes later. Caught me half way down the street and kissed me in the rain. One of those hard The Notebook-type kisses. It was pretty awesome.

I once fell by stepping partially off the road and twisting my ankle. As I fell, it was like everything was in slow motion.

I lived on an island at the time in a very isolated area. All my senses were super sharp.

I was aware of the grain of the pavement, the dark green of the evergreens, the cawing of crows, which sounded like laughter. It was very eerie. It felt very much like a scene in a scary movie.

Yes, in one of those where the person just can’t catch a break. Three cars broke down, in one day, and yes, I was on a deadline.

I had to deliver some paperwork to the attorney’s office and it was due by 3pm, so they could sign it and get it out, the same day. I had been waiting on one part of the application from a third party, I finally received it the morning that it was due to the attorney. I got in my car drove it to the end of the neighborhood, it broke down. I called a friend, he showed up and told me it would have to be towed. He loaned me his car. I was on my way, I got to a stop light and smoke was pouring out from under the hood, radiator…need I say more? I called him, he just groaned and sent another person to come and get me. Brand new car…what could go wrong, right? Driving down the interstate, tire blew. OK, my dad made sure I knew how to do all of this stuff, no biggie. I’ll change the tire, drive on the spare. No spare.

I look at my watch, I’m frazzled, hot (sticky hot Florida heat – I was 19yrs old, staying in the family house in Florida, on college break) and now in tears. I called the attorney’s office, the very nice paralegal offered to come and get me. She showed up, took me to the office, I am really a mess now – she witnessed my signature, notarized it and dropped it in a fedex package.

She then took pity on me, told me she had a daughter the same age as I was, and drove me home.

All the cars made it back to their owners…I sat outside, relaxing by the pool, reflecting on my crappy day…and a bird pooped on me. All I could do was break out in to a psychotic laugh…then cry.

Me and the guys I work with were attempting to catch a longhorn bull calf (don’t let calf fool you…he weighed about 1000 lbs at the time). He did not want to be caught. A co-worker of ours tried to lasso him a week before and got drug around the pasture for his trouble (lassos are for rope tricks and the rodeo). We had been running him for about an hour when he decided he’d had enough. When I was about 10 feet away from him, trying to run him to the stock trailer, he turned.

With his head down and swinging from side to side he came right at me. I consider this movie-like because, as my body tensed up, my brain jumped in and said, “Get ready because this is going to really happen. You are about to get fucked up.” It seemed so unreal to me that I was going to get gored and stomped by a cow that I half expected someone to yell, “Cut! Stunt Double!”

It seemed to take an eternity, but, in the brief coupla of seconds that the encounter lasted outside of my mind, the bull veered off and I think I screamed “OH SHIT!!!”

I hope this makes some kind of sense. It’s a very hard feeling to describe.

I guess I should contribute since I asked the question.

I was in studying in Costa Rica. It was ridiculous. We’d go out to bars almost every night and every morning our teachers would ask us “Están de goca?” (Are you guys hungover?) because we were. Anyways, one of the first nights there I drunkenly made out with this one guy in our group. He then proceeded to have a crazy crush on me. He would write semi-creepy haikus about me and slip them in my backpack, etc.

Then there was this other guy who was a lot more open about his feelings for me and would serenade me with songs like “Mi Magdalena” (my Spanish name), which his host father taught him. I ended up drunkenly kissing him goodbye one night at my house.

So, one night, at our usual bar hangout, somehow it ended up so that guy A was sitting on a barstool to my left and guy B was on a bar stool to my right. I walked up to the end of the table after dancing. I was drunk, so I’m not sure how it all started, but the next think I know, they are literally playing tug-of-war with my arms! They were fighting over me! It was the most ridiculous thing that had ever happened to me. I just threw my hands up and said something about not being a piece of meat and walked away. I didn’t have much to do with them after that.