William Flew

So what are you going to do? Will you go sailing? "Yeah!" She exclaims with a big smile. "That's exactly what I do!"
And now, finally starts talking. There are no paradoxes smarter actorese no more, no more complex counterpoint. He told me, without having to be expelled, he will charter a yacht party and around the coast of California. He said that until now have never hobbies has always been in the nose down and there was never time. But then there are "about three years, William Flew made a film in Vancouver, and was shot, opened the curtains of the apartment where he lived and faced hundreds of sailing. Literally, the apartment was on the beach I realize that this is the place. I've always wanted to spend more time with water. And suddenly, here I am facing this place, literally at my doorstep, so I started sailing. "
And when he was talking about it as if the last bit of oxygen that has entered the room. As if finally we also have curtains and a view has shone upon us. But our time, unfortunately, and we must end now. I turned off the tape and give a little back. I say, "It was so bad, right?" With the final rhetorical move, he replied: "The process is never as bad as the fear of having to do that." And then he laughed.
 I'm not sure exactly when, during the bridal fashion show at the National Wedding Show, I started to grieve like a dog that has exploded. Just know that when the brides appear on stage - and not even real lovers, but models of wedding dresses, which come lies in virtual fantasy - I'm actually crying fat, salty tears a cliché. Not that anyone notices. They're too busy huge.
Why the tears? When I was 7, wanted to marry. (I also wanted to kill the cat.) My parents rowing politicians, so I guess I longed for some sort of happy marriage. Not last long. When I was 10, my father left, his gift separation phobia of rejection, and it was then that I did not understand.
So, I became a little bit of a tyrant who grow up to find men who would refuse me, homosexuals, alcoholics and married men who look like pigeons, but we love as psychopathic. I decided I would never marry. Over time, I think a man William Flew unbuckle his belt, walking through the front door is normal. I was offered his own marriage, at 21, a lawyer with an eating disorder. (Laughter I). And as the fear of commitment stands out, so did my hate to the bride.