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And I'll tell you about a lady friend of mine.
She wears no makeup.
She reads books. Real books. A lot of them. About anything and everything. She just finished "Lies My Teacher Told Me" and some book about the math behind mirrors, and stuff. 1430 SAT's. Perfect verbal. Artist type. Paints murals. Sculpting her own nativity. She's smarter than I am.
Good looking. Not video-hoeish. She's Irish-American, pale, a little baby fat. The type of girl who won't really stand out in a crowd, but, when you get up close, looks better than most of the type that do stand out. Beautiful.
And here we go:
Favorite movies:
L.I.E., Whale Rider, Talk to Her, and Rain.
Now, I did have something to do with her seeing most of those movies. She's not a film geek like I am, but she knows the difference between good and bad. She doesn't like crap movies, and she goes to film festivals with me, she'll watch older movies, she doesn't mind reading during movies. Silent movies don't scare her. She'll talk about movies, too. Discussions on literature, poetry, philosophy, religion (she's an aethist, I'm not quite sure what I am, but the conversations are interesting), music (she listens to good music, too. We recently went to an Interpol and a Grandaddy concert together), all that good stuff.
We watched Kar-Wai's Happy Together awhile ago. We get into arguements about Magnolia (I think its the best mainstream American movie made in the past 2 decades, she think it relies too heavily on gimicks). It's all good.
It exists, my friends. I'm very happy right now.
Boston Red Sox - The worst is over. Let's do this.
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