Romantic Comedy

Our emails weren’t explicitly romantic but they weren’t explicitly not romantic either (such things can be murky, right?).

Noah was still regarding me with an expression that was both amused and strangely rapt, as if he found me riveting. This was the problem with celebrities, that they could deploy their charisma at will, and you basked in its glow, and then they shifted it away from you and the world reverted to being cold.

Sort of on this topic…I know this is a loaded question coming from me, but what would you say is your relationship with drinking and alcohol? You mentioned having “grapefruit seltzer water on the rocks” when your stepdad has a cocktail, although I am under the impression you sometimes drink. In case this doesn’t go without saying, I realize drinkin

Just as I always did, I’d turn my feelings into comedy, and that was how I’d cure myself.

“But isn’t that about a relationship that doesn’t work out?” “Romance doesn’t require a happy ending.”

She responded with a photo of herself sitting in the armchair in her dressing room, making a festive expression and holding aloft a can of Diet Coke the way a person might hold up a champagne flute. Within a minute, I was knocking on her dressing room door.

so-called top stories were about our hike, and I looked at the photos again, and again felt dismayed at the fit of my leggings, though the dismay was almost immediately eclipsed by a nostalgia for this moment four days before, when we’d been casually holding hands, casually chatting.

Nope, I can’t say that I have a handle on what we’re doing. But it’s fun, huh?

from: Sally Milz Smilz@TNOshow.com to: Noah Brewster NoahRBrewster@gmail.com date: Jul 24, 2020, 7:22 PM subject: Actually