Saturday was a reasonably quiet night at
the Buford Twin in Atlanta. I was making my way across the state and took
advantage of the opportunity to drop by one of the few adult theaters in the
southeast where couples occasionally visit.
There were a fair number of cars parked near the theater
when I pulled in around 10. That’s usually a good sign. Then I noticed that
many of them had guys sitting in them, watching the door of the theater, waiting
couples. That, of course, is not a
good sign.
I went in any way and laid down my 14 dollars, then wandered
into the theater on the left. As I walked down the left aisle I was surprised
to see a couple in the couples section. I took a seat a row behind them, on the
opposite side of the aisle. They were just watching the movie. Within five
minutes of my arrival, they were walking out the door. The guy sitting in front
of me said that they had been there for about 45 minutes and had done nothing.
It didn’t take long before another couple entered. They
stayed as far from the couples sections as possible, preferring to sit in the
last row on the right side. Watching the crowd gather and hearing the friendly
chatter among the group, it was obvious that they were comfortable regulars.
