*Most of us went to see Remember Me this weekend and Freya is no different, only she got the show of a lifetime courtesy of her fellow movie goers and Rob’s uncontrollable raw sex appeal compelling the audience to get DOWN and dirtay. Ok, maybe it was just the music and Emilie de Ravin, but still…*
You are hot. I know I’ve probably said this before, but it stands to be reiterated. I went to see your new movie, Remember Me, this weekend, and I was reminded once again how hot you are. And this time it wasn’t chaste, vampire, “it hurts me just to kiss you” hot, but full on grotty shower sex/angry wall sex/good morning sunshine sex. Yowza.
I went to the movie by myself, so I could enjoy your *ahem* assets without anyone asking me questions, figuring out my love for you, or generally moralizing at me about how that movie was just “too explicit”. (Prudes.) I’ll admit, you made me a little tingly. A little hot. Like a flower turning towards the sun, I felt your pull. (Okay, I’ll stop now.)
But, Rob, I wasn’t the only one who feels the need to have some special hugs while you’re around. Because while I sat in a 75% full theater, a couple went ahead and HAD those special hugs, RIGHT IN FRONT OF EVERYONE. Yes, two people in the theater decided to have sex.
You may not believe me, but your method acting really works. One minute I’m sitting there feeling kind of awkward (but in a good, puberty just hit me sort of way) watching you enthusiastically show Emilie some affection up against a wall on screen, and then my glance happened to look downward at the people two rows in front of me. The sight that met my eyes was…confusing. I could see the tops of two people’s heads in one seat. Was it a woman with a child? What kind of person would bring their kid to Remember Me, I wondered. Then I figured out that those were two grown folks! And the guy was on top of the girl! I tried to look away. After all—there you were, up on the screen! I should be watching you, right? But it was so difficult to look away. I couldn’t believe my eyes! I watched the top of the guy’s head move down from the girl’s face to her neck, and then down lower. I looked away. Watched some more of the movie. Then glanced down again. The top of the guy’s head was now moving in, well, a rhythm. You know what I’m talking about, Rob. A rhythm that continued to speed up.
Follow the jump for the climax… heh, COME ON you know I had to go there
I looked around for an usher. I looked to see if anyone else was seeing what I was seeing. I was like a deer in the headlights. I tried to watch the film. I ended up leaving the theater to pee (yes, I couldn’t make it all the way through) and to tweet this unusual turn of events. When I returned, the couple had obviously finished the deed, and were now post-coitally cuddling in their seats. I questioned what I had seen. I knew you were a turn-on, Rob, but really? Would they REALLY do what I thought I’d seen them do?
Then the lights came up when the movie ended. The couple stood up, and I could see that the girl was wearing a white tee-shirt. All down the back of her shirt and under her pits was a copious amount of sweat. And I knew. Oh, how I knew.
I wish I could say that I really will “Remember You”, but unfortunately, Rob, I will “Remember Them” instead. Thanks for being sexy in this movie. Next time, turn it down a little, would you? Maybe then I won’t have to watch the movie with copulating couples.
Love you anyway,
DUDE ROB, what kind of power do you posses that you can command people to have public sexy times in your movies?! That’s skillz we’ll only just scratched the surface of. We knew you could make girls ovulate with just a glance but straight up sex? DAAAAYYUUMMM!! Thanks to Freya for sharing and too bad she missed half the movie because the moans and action in front of her were more than what you were doing on screen. XOmoon
So did anything weird happen to you in the theater while watching RM (or any other Rob movie), What would you do if someone decided to GET IT ON while you watched Rob? Have you ever contemplated public friskiness?