Day 48

A picture of my favorite actor/actress:

It's not fair! The girl had no awkward phase...I lost a bet.

Three days after we moved into the dorms, and five days before school started, we had one of those getting-to-know you deals - titled, in the most highfalutin way possible, the "Before School Conferences."  Like we were getting together to discuss the future of Eastern liberal-arts education instead of playing Two Truths and a Lie.

There was a girl at the Drama BSC (I hate being predictable, but I hate being bored much more) named Natalie.  Everyone was whispering about this girl.  She'd played Medea in her senior-year show.  Natalie and I both went to similar schools in the same city (had several mutual friends, as it turned out) - except, y'know, I played Harold Hill and she played Medea. I remember being automatically wowed, in a way that my natural cynicism should have prevented.  It doesn't matter what role you play, after all, if you suck at it.  Natalie didn't suck, as she proved the next semester in Lear.

My point: I have a thing - a soft spot, you'd call it, if I had any spots that weren't soft - for the preternaturally gifted.  And here's a girl too young to have factored into a certain...discussion...concerning the best actor of our generation.  Here's another no-joke but well-deserved reputation.  The chick scares me.  Or at least she used to; somehow Man on Fire had a little more punch than The Runaways.

I once said I wanted to marry her talent.  Now, I don't think so - I'd just resent it, to the point of cheating on it with Kristen Stewart's, cheapening all three of us.