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Five Men and Four Women

It was 3PM Sunday afternoon. We just walked pass the usual lineup in front of Mr. Donuts and, right when we saw Ben walking out of Starbucks, Bill was finishing the last few words of the sentence, “…and Ben said he was gonna show up in his underwear…”

Well, no one showed up in his/her under garment. Thank goodness for the cold weather.

Ben, CC (aka Jing Jing), Dorion, Sharon, Simon, Rachel, Roberto, Bill and me took over the entire roll in the theater. The boys were all wide-eyed and giggly.

Lights off! Music starts!

As Spartan men prepared themselves for battle, our men geared up for action with double non-fat lattes and churos. A unified crunch of this crispy cinnamon goodness echoed in the air as the Persian officer demanded, “Spartans! Lay down your weapons!” In the darkness, as strategies were planned out, our men also sneaked quick glances at one another, seeking confirmation. In the midst of every brutal stabbing and blood shed, they thrust their straws deeper into the paper cups and drenched them with bubbly sugar water. Persian soldiers groaned; so did plastic lids. As the Spartans crushed the Persian army wave by wave, our men crunched down on the popcorn by the fistful. No prisoners! No mercy!

After an intense discussion about the movie right after the movie, the men carried their excitement out of the theater. They walked tall in front of their women, preventing the ladies’ dainty feet from being tumbled over by large crowds and stray dogs. They let out a prolonged powerful “Push!” before a sea of people poured out of the subway. They had raw fish and beer for dinner as they “dine in Hell”, but weren’t sure if they had room for a few pieces of deep-fried tofu. They told tales of near-death experiences which mostly reflected poor decision-making. They engaged in extensive discussions about the growing of facial hair and the abdominal muscle. They sited every warrior movie and finally concluded that “anything said with a Scottish accent sounds so much more intimidating!” With their fists raised and their teeth bared, the men groaned, “This is Taipei!” as they parted with their brothers.

A little boy may outgrow a man; but he will never grow out of a man.

Truth to be told: I was just as pumped as the boys and talking like a Spartan as well. Who wouldn't be after two hours of watching muscular men doing what they do best?!