Last night at dinner, they were talking about how I remind them of a girl they know, some astro-physicist, horse loving tomboy who met the love of her life and it didn't work out until years later, after she moved across the country and finally moved back to L.A. They asked me again if there was anyone really special in my life. I hate that question. I really do. I mean, I'm way the fuck out here. I have lots of special people in my life, but I know what they meant. I get asked every damn day. They know I am not seeing anyone, but they caught me off guard last night, since they already knew the answer. I said, again, No. Their response:
"You're lying. Who is he?"
Well? Who are you? And why can't I get you out of my head?
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