I was staying over at a friend’s house where she lived with her boyfriend, John, who had become a good friend of mine through her. At the time, I was dating a mutual friend of theirs. The three of them convinced me, as in twisted my arm, to watch The Ring.
I’m not into horror movies.
In fact, I have some bad experiences with horror and gory stuff.
But they said I’d be safe; we’d smoke some joints, all would be well.
“All right, but if I scream, that’s on you.’
So we installed ourselves to watch, and I was huddled to my date — who was laughing about my anticipated fear, by the way — all tense the whole way through.