Flirting with a Pirate… Shiver Me Timbers!

We saw Shrek III the other night at Silver City – it was  hilarious! Loved it! On our way out of the theatre,  the boys decided to get a refill on their popcorn  before leaving, and considering the price they  charge for popcorn, I agreed – marvelous plan -  have at it, kids! As Spencer and his buddy  barreled toward the counter, I trailed behind, taking in the decor of paper Mache sculptures that were dangling from the lobby’s ceiling. I looked to my left to get a closer look at the sculpture of Peter Pan, when my heart was suddenly launched into a twinkling tail-spin of school-girl flutters! There, standing only a few feet away from me and Peter, stood none other than… Jack Sparrow. Yes indeed folks, it was him, the very one. Not a paper Mache either… nuh-uh… this was the real deal… right there in the theatre lobby!

Okay, okay… maybe it wasn’t THE Jack Sparrow — but he was a damn fine replica… damn fine. I was careful not to let on that I saw him, or reveal my overwhelming intrigue. Instead, I simply meandered about the lobby, taking in the scenery… while slowly closing the space between me and the engaging pirate. ;)

I nonchalantly glanced around, fiddled with my purse, observed the random posters on the wall… but I couldn’t stop peering over my shoulder to get another look at Jack. At one point, I think I even blushed at my own silliness. Then, as I was turning to walk toward the boys, he noticed me… and smiled. Then I smiled back. Then he smiled back. A besotted silence filled the space between me and the pirate.

I broke the silence and said “Great costume”. *swoon* He smiled then and sauntered on over, filling the empty space, and melting my knee-caps with his cunning grin and rolling swagger. I was thirteen again, with sweaty palms and wobbly knees.

“It’s not a costume”, he toyed, gently brushing his fingers against the fabric of his garment. “It’s the real thing, I assure you”. He flashed me a grin; his teeth were gleaming, devastatingly white. (I’m pretty sure I swooned out loud… just a little.)

He playfully jostled a gold coin from one knuckle to the next, charm oozing from his crafty fingertips. For a moment there, I completely forgot that I was waiting for the boys. Luckily, they came lumbering over just in the nick of time, crashing through my shameful fog of infatuation. ;)

Quickly, I adjusted my giddy demeanor and greeted the boys with an anxious giggle. “Look boys”, I pointed, “it’s Jack Sparrow”. The boys were definitely intrigued, but not so much with the pirate’s incredible likeness to Jack Sparrow… more so with the shiny sword that glistened from the pirate’s hip. Jack had seen their kind before though, and he quickly diverted their attention by offering a shiny, gold coin instead. After bestowing such riches onto the boys, he looked at me and asked “Would the lady like a coin, too?” I grinned wildly; as did he… thankfully Spencer was too engrossed with his gold coin to witness his mother blatantly flirting with a pirate!

What is it about Jack Sparrow that makes woman melt in the palm of his hands? What ever it is… this guy had the part nailed. I practically floated back to the car, giggling and tittering under my breath. There I was, a thirty seven year old woman, flirting with a freak’en pirate in the lobby of a theatre! Seriously… I need to get out more. ;)