Dinner and a movie.

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A mistake.  No, dinner is delicious.  The pork has a perfectly cooked rind, juicy succulent interior, and the fat had just perfectly partially rendered.  Corn and a glass of milk on the side.  After a bit I will have a salad.  Not too much to eat.  I didn't eat too fast.  Perfect.

No, it is the movie.  I looked, found one I knew nothing about, and ended up understanding.  Understanding her.  I didn't bother with reviews.  It seemed reasonable.  Nothing too whack, it just... seemed okay.  Just a bit into the movie and I... get it.  I... haven't even fucked her.  It is all the same.  If a woman chooses to believe you owe her... well...

Vanilla Sky.  I haven't seen the ending, as if I need too.  If I can survive to it, my own ending?  I doubt it.  Who knows.  It's age and weight for me, and the danger of those I reject.  I doubt.  In any case.  I know men and women can't be friends.  Why do women fake it.  I avoid, if it doesn't seem to matter.