Natalie Portman:woman: is:u6709: the reason I work:briefcase: out :out::. I have:u6709: this:arrow_up: fantasy where:person_shrugging: we start:new: talking at the Ultimus party:trumpet::man_dancing_tone1::pizza::confetti_ball:::dart:. We exchange a few pleasantries. She asks what:sweat_smile: I do. I say:speaking_head: I loved her:woman: in New:new: Girl:baby:. She laughs. I get:ideograph_advantage: my drink:tropical_drink:.
"Well, see:eye::eye: ya," I say:speaking_head: and walk away. I've:person_raising_hand: got her attention now. How:thinking: many guys voluntarily leave a conversation with Natalie Portman? She touches her neck :scarf: as she watches me leave.
Later, as the night:sleeping:'s dragged on:on::on: and the coterie of gorgeous narcissists grows increasingly loose, she finds me on:on: the balcony, my bowtie:ribbon: undone, smoking:smoking: a cigarette:smoking:.
"Got a spare?" she asks.
"What:sweat_smile:'s in it for me?" I say:speaking_head: as I hand:thumbsup: her one :one::one: of my little white ladies. She smiles."Conversation with me, duh." I laugh :smile:.
"What:sweat_smile:'s so funny:smiley:?" she protests.
"Nothing:u7121:, nothing:u7121:... It's just... don't you grow tired:weary: of the egos?" I extend my lighter towards her, shielding it from the wind:dash::dash:, then sparking it with a snap.
"You get:ideograph_advantage: used to it," she says, daintily blowing her first:first_place: puff:dash: over her shoulder.
"What:sweat_smile: would you do if you weren't an actress?" I ask.
"Teaching, I think:thinking:.":woman:
"And if I was your:point_right: student:school_satchel:, what:sweat_smile: would I be learning?"
"Discipline," she says quickly, looking up:point_up: into my eyes :star_struck:, before changing:chart_with_upwards_trend: the subject. "Where:person_shrugging: are you from?"
"Baltimore:banana:," I say:speaking_head:.
"Oh wow:open_mouth:. That's lovely."
"It's ok:ok_hand:," I admit. "Not everything is:u6709: to my liking."
"What:sweat_smile: could possibly be not to your:point_right: liking in Baltimore:banana:?" she inquires.
"I don't like:smile: the stink:speak_no_evil:," I tell:speaking_head: her. "It's slm and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere."
"Well, see:eye::eye: ya," I say:speaking_head: and walk away. I've:person_raising_hand: got her attention now. How:thinking: many guys voluntarily leave a conversation with Natalie Portman? She touches her neck :scarf: as she watches me leave.
Later, as the night:sleeping:'s dragged on:on::on: and the coterie of gorgeous narcissists grows increasingly loose, she finds me on:on: the balcony, my bowtie:ribbon: undone, smoking:smoking: a cigarette:smoking:.
"Got a spare?" she asks.
"What:sweat_smile:'s in it for me?" I say:speaking_head: as I hand:thumbsup: her one :one::one: of my little white ladies. She smiles."Conversation with me, duh." I laugh :smile:.
"What:sweat_smile:'s so funny:smiley:?" she protests.
"Nothing:u7121:, nothing:u7121:... It's just... don't you grow tired:weary: of the egos?" I extend my lighter towards her, shielding it from the wind:dash::dash:, then sparking it with a snap.
"You get:ideograph_advantage: used to it," she says, daintily blowing her first:first_place: puff:dash: over her shoulder.
"What:sweat_smile: would you do if you weren't an actress?" I ask.
"Teaching, I think:thinking:.":woman:
"And if I was your:point_right: student:school_satchel:, what:sweat_smile: would I be learning?"
"Discipline," she says quickly, looking up:point_up: into my eyes :star_struck:, before changing:chart_with_upwards_trend: the subject. "Where:person_shrugging: are you from?"
"Baltimore:banana:," I say:speaking_head:.
"Oh wow:open_mouth:. That's lovely."
"It's ok:ok_hand:," I admit. "Not everything is:u6709: to my liking."
"What:sweat_smile: could possibly be not to your:point_right: liking in Baltimore:banana:?" she inquires.
"I don't like:smile: the stink:speak_no_evil:," I tell:speaking_head: her. "It's slm and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere."