One of the fondest movie memories of my youth
I think I was 18 when Tango and Cash was released. I probably saw it on opening night, as I did with most films then. I was dating a girl, also about 18, maybe 19, who was a bit wishy-washy, but also kind of hot. And horny.
The drive to the theatre from her home was about a half-hour. In that time, she told me that she felt the only reason I took her out to the movies and then to Pizza Hut (yep, Pizza Hut) was because I got to have sex with her afterward. I vehemently denied her claims and stated that even if we had sex before dinner and a movie, I would still take her out after the lovin'.
To prove my point, when we arrived, I drove my 1982 Toyota Tercel behind the theatre, found a nice, private spot to park, then reclined the passenger seat all the way to horizontal, and proceeded to put the meat to her.
When I was finished four minutes later, we redressed, moved the car to the main parking lot, went into theatre, paid an outrageous $5 each for admission, and watched Tango and Cash.
True Story.
And the best part was that Kurt Russell's naked a$$ made her horny all over again, and I got more lovin' after the movie. I was 18; I could turn it around that fast without a nap in those days.
God, I miss sex.