Dale watched Sam as she passed him...He didn't return a comment when she said<br/>"I guess our minds think alike,"<br/>But he thought to himself....'Yes they do...and imagine what my mind would like to do to you!'<br/><br/>He laughed at himself and went back to the projection room.  Dale while in her mid-30s was not so much a slob.  He was 6'1" 200 lbs of mostly average/athletic build.  Sure all the hours he spent in the booth took it toll on him...which explained the extra 15lbs he was carrying but it wasn't offensive.  He was just a little socially odd.  Not having much interaction with people outside the theater made him a bit shy and when he did speak it was usually crass and often an off color remark that made most people laugh uncomfortably....but they still laughed and as far as he was concerned it made him popular.  Of course he was wrong.  So he went on day after day...doing his job...and often daydreaming about Sam and Kira...the only two women he every saw with any level of frequency.<br/><br/>He'd take either one.  He'd take both of them....cause that's the kind of 'stud' he thought he was.<br/><br/>Filling his mouth with a handful of popcorn...he looked at the digital clock in the projection booth and waiting for the start time. Still no one seating in the theater...."Another dull night!" he said to himself