Tonight I saw 21 Grams. It was all about death and really intense, but (a bit like The Sweet Hereafter) but had a surprisingly positive ending and a surprisingly sexy sex scene. And one line that got a laugh from the audience. But otherwise it’s about an intensity of grief and guilt that I hope is a long time coming for me. It left me all raw emotionally- I feel like I’ve just broken up with a girlfriend or something. But as Solomon or his proxy writer said, I’ll feel better in the morning.

In other news I have realised that Sophia was just out for a pash, so I’ve got over it and emailed Mary (what is it with me and phone numbers?) for her phone number and maybe if all goes well (and we all know there’s a rock-solid guarantee of that!) we might go out later in the week... say... Saturday?

Actually I think I’ve worked out a reason for this continuing phone number debacle. Women complain so often that guys don’t call, I only feel comfortable asking for a number if I know I really want to ring her. And as someone who needs thinking time to decide whether to pash someone as gorgeous as Sophia (what was I thinking?), and being a boy which means I can’t do two things at once (socialise and analyse), I’m never very spontaneous if a girl seems to like me. Which is strange because I am often spontaneous. What hope do I have understanding women if I can’t understand myself :-) . Thank heavens there are things like this to cheer me up!

Here’s an interesting entry I’ve been reading by .

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