I found someone that I met in Cannes two years ago - charming chap from Cambridge. Very good looking, extremely nice and easy to talk to, and also was/is an aspiring filmmaker/director/producer, etc.
He was basically my Cannes fling of '07. (Sidebar: Everyone has flings at that bloody film festival. It's a breeding ground for anonymous sex.) Then, upon our return to England, we kept chatting and saw each other very briefly.
Until, I flipped one day and just decided to stop answering his calls altogether with no warning, explanation, rhyme or reason. Despite him sending me an email along the lines of "WTF. Are you alive? Can you tell me if I did something?", I just carried on with my life and ignored it.
This, I know, is no unusual story. Boys and girls do this to each other all of the time. ALL of the time. But, it's kind of mean right?
Or is it mean to then, years later, find said person, realise how incredibly good-looking and cool they were and be turned on by the fact that he "made it to LA" and is doing wonderfully and start harassing them hoping to get some kind of attention.
Or am I bored?
Or is it just nothing?
Or am I just over-analyzing this?
Shouldn't I be spending my time doing more constructive things right now? Yes.
Am I hungover? Yes.
Does my back hurt? Yes.
Should I take more painkillers? I don't know.
Sometimes I think I'm not very clever. This could stop me from doing things.
Look at Lillian Hellman
She was so beautiful.
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Anything come of the FB reunification?
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