The people you meet at the theatre

You know me, I don't talk to strangers. My usual MO is to pretend that I'm the only one in existence, and try to stay out of people's way so that they can do the same. My rules are relaxed slightly at the theatre, since I feel a slight communal feeling towards other audience members.
So last week I went to MTC to see Defiance. As I was about a block away, a downpour began, and I had no umbrella, so I arrived at the theatre a bit soggy. I'd bought a discount ticket, so I was all the way at the end of an aisle (not that I'm complaining about my seat, because it was just fine), and I had to do the whole excuse me bit. The last guy had a large umbrella, so he cautioned me to be careful as I stepped over it. I said no problem, passed him and sat down. He then asked me if it had started raining, and indicating the large splashes on my shirt, I said it had. I then pulled out my book to read, but the guy kept talking. This is usually the point where I would open my book anyway, in hopes of discouraging my chatty neighbor, but for whatever reason, I talked back. So Terry (a 59 year old, and I know this sounds judgmental, but he just had to be, gay man) and I discussed the playwright, the upcoming Tony's, and by the time the play started, we even had an inside joke (which we snickered at during the show, including elbow nudges)! In fact, Terry and I had such a good time, I was sad when the play ended and we parted ways. Made me seriously consider talking to more strangers in the future.