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a guy who made me happy.

Tall, Dark, Handsome,

great sense of humour.

Then I found out he belongs in

Mills and Boons and your rom coms.

Some years after that I

thought it was just

about finding Mr. Compatible...

Mr. Right for me.

Then I found out people change...

and sometimes in a drastically

pull the rug right out

from under you kind of way.

So change being the

only constant I know...

...now there is no such

thing as a perfect match.

The only person who is

the love of my life is Me!

Wow! I think I'm more of a giver.

I want to give everything

to the love of my life.

I want to give unconditionally.

You are like a doormat, right?

The shoulder to cry on...

I'm sorry.

I have no right judging you.

It's okay. I mean guess I

have thought about that too.

Is giving all yourself to

someone being a doormat?

Love is a form of faith,

it's like a religion.

You give unconditionally

to someone.

You make a commitment and then

you hope that it pays dividends.

What did that work for you?

Yes. It took it eight years

but she finally said Yes...

It lasted one year.

It was best thing to

happen to me ever.

And then?

And then she came up

to me and she is like

You obviously love me more

than I love you... Long story,

we will talk about it later.

But anyway I mean seriously I

had enough love for both of us...

No... That doesn't work

like that. It has to be equal.

How would you like it if

she did that to you...

I would've loved it. It

would have been perfect.

No, no, no... You have to

actually image switching places.

If you were her and she was

would that would that feel right.

I don't think so.

I mean in any relationship

even a beautiful friendship...

...people have to have to

you know give equal effort.

Effort! Love should be easy. It's

not about effort. Work is effort.

Maybe it started

becoming work for her.

I don't know I just think

if things have to work out...

both people have to have

equal intentions for each other.

They have to meet halfway.

Halfway. Actually I think we are

halfway from you. 50 miles right.

50 miles.

So in that case if you and I

had a long distance thing...

you would be the kind of guy

who would travel 50 miles...

to see me and if I were the love

of your life I would be like

Oh My God, why is he doing that.

Please don't do that. I can't

get myself to do that. Right?

Are you talking about

yourself or are you putting

yourself in her shoes?

Well, I'm speaking

for her obviously.

Well, What about you?

If we lived 100 miles

away from each other,

would you meet me halfway?

I would come 50 miles but

you know that's just me.

Or we could meet each other

100 miles every other week.

Long distance success stories

are a work of fiction my boy.

Oh! Pessimist.

Pessimist! You are the pessimist,

I'm the optimist.

I mean there's so much love in the

world why would you hold back...

for somebody who is away.

No, no people come and go

and you know we are all meant...

...to be companions for a

little while or a longer while.

It could work if you

wanted it to.

I am sorry my boy but long

distance relationships don't work.

I don't know what you're thinking,

I dont know if you think

I'm serious coz I am not.

I mean its not like I am trying

to pick you up or something?

Not trying to make you fall in

love with me over the phone...

Long distance success...

- You are not?

No no... I don't

even know your name.

Does it look like I want to?

Does it look like

I am interested?

You are not?

No. I mean you brought

up this whole hypothetical

long distance

relationship sort of thing...

Yes, yes... I mean it was.

It was completely hypothetical.

I was just trying to explain...

how long distance relationships

require equal effort...

to sustain a healthy

relationship.

I mean I don't even believe

in relationships

forget long distance.

That was really what

I was trying to say

which has nothing to do with you.

Yeah. It's no wonder that

you wouldn't meet me halfway,

where I am is like middle

of nowhere Timbaktuland.

We are at a lookout point

in a town called New Hope.

I guess George Lucas

must be the Mayor.

Because Star Wars.

Episode 4. A New Hope.

Stop.

Okay, what you just

basically said was that

I'm not interesting enough...

...for you to want to

know my real name. Right?

No, that's not what I said,

I mean obviously I have

a lot of baggage...

...that I cant put down

and you are probably

just thinking about getting...

...a good night sleep and make that

flight in the morning. Right?

Hang on would you.

I mean I didn't even say...

I was interested and you are

like rejecting already me.

What are you talking about?!

I am not rejecting you. Who

would reject somebody as hot...

...and as intelligent as you are?

Seriously.

You know what I need to go to bed.

Oh, is it something I said?

No! I don't even know

you enough to take offense

to anything you say.

I'd really don't care.

Wait! Hold on a second...

What's the point?

Give me one good reason

...and make it quick, I

need to catch some sleep.

No, I just think it is

rather awkward for us to after...

...this to long conversation

to hang up so abruptly...

I want to get to know you.

I'm boring and I am tired

and I have a lot of luggage.

So I need to get to

the airport early.

Okay, what about Facebook?

No but I don't know your name

and I don't know your email.

How am I going to find you?

Good question. I guess you have a

lifetime ahead of you to find out.

True happiness lies in

pursuit of truth anyways right?

Must be something I said.

Keep guessing. Good bye.

No don't say Good bye. Hello...

Good bye.

Hello... Bad connection.

Leak-time.

Me too. Let's go feed those fish.

Yes, I finally have signal.

Yo T, take a time out man.

I got to listen to some music.

Rest your battery, yes?

Yeah, I probably should

save my battery,

but maybe I can borrow

JC's phone.

You can borrow my underwear, man.

Guess what?

What Nona...

Okay, first of all,

my name isn't Nona.

Well, you are Nona to me.

Well, that wasn't

the real me. I'm MOIRA.

So how's MOIRA any

different than Nona?

Well, for one thing she's

not wearing any clothes.

So how do I get to

know this MOIRA?

You wouldn't like to know MOIRA.

She would've never have done

anything as crazy as this.

She's a cynical b*tch.

Oh come on, she

sounds interesting.

I mean no clothes and all.

Why don't you

introduce me to her? Please.

And what would the intro be?

Meet TURIYA, virgin escort?

Actually, I am an insurance agent,

but don't tell other girls that.

Every time I tell that to

somebody, it's over. Game over.

They would walk away.

- You're kidding?

No, I am serious.

I am an insurance agent.

I make a living telling people

What would happen to

them if they died tonight?

So when you saw me at the bar,

you weren't thinking hot chick,

you were thinking

Ah, potential client.

She looks like the kind of

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