11 February 2003
When it's meant to be
Okay, maybe I'm somewhere between giddy and delirious, but I dearly love stuff like this:
Sarah and I had a lot in common. We were around the same age. We liked all the same bands (more importantly, we hated the same bands). We’d both worked extensively in publishing. She had a PhD in English; I spoke English.
Just one minor obstacle. After striving for all his life to get out of a 1.5-horse town like Seguin, Texas, he'd finally made it to New York City. She, however, lived in one of those 1.5-horse towns: Seguin, Texas.
You should probably read about it now, before it turns into a movie with Reese Witherspoon.