About a month ago I went to a retrospective of Japanese films from the 50s at an arthouse theater near my apartment.  A cute late-20s-ish guy that I recognized from other screenings sat a few rows down from me and a little off to my left. (There were probably about 15 people in the theater altogether.)  

During a sad scene near the end of the film, I heard some sniffling coming from his direction and I glanced over and noticed that he was leaning on his armrest with the hand closest to me pressed up to the side of his face -- as if he was hiding his eyes from view.  After the lights came up, as I was putting my coat on and getting my things together, I noticed that he wiped under each eye, one at a time, with the knuckles of his index fingers.  Then, (this was my favorite part) he kind of put his whole face into his hands and wiped both cheeks with his palms.

He was still sitting in the theater when I left.

I actually saw him again at another movie a week or so later (a comedy), and he gave me this small, almost embarrassed looking smile as he was getting seated.      

Not much to it.  But it was nice, mostly because it was so unexpected.  

Last edited by Tristana (February 27, 2016 12:00 am)