Natalie PortmanAnd I still haven’t found what I’m looking for. I think the person that I’m looking for, the person that I haven’t found yet, the person that I wonder if she’s even out there, is Natalie Portman’s character in Garden State.

There is a good chance, in fact, that my dream girl, dream woman, is the real and actual Natalie Portman. Provided, of course, that she’s anything like she always appears to be.

Which is smart, deep… sublime.

‘Sublime’ is a word I haven’t used in a very long time. Perhaps because I seem to run across so few truly transcendent experiences in LA. But then I haven’t been in the mind-set to find those sorts of things lately.

It’s been self-medication without the medication.

And sexy. Completely stone cold sexy. Not sexy in the same way that your models are sexy. Sexy in the way that she challenges your soul. And that’s what I’m looking for.

Of course, I’m still looking for the other things that have been keeping my dance card filled these last several months. That’s much easier to find, and only a quarter as deep. On the peripherary, though, or always in the background, there’s a slot waiting for a block to fall into it. A tumbler waiting for that one more click when the Natalie Portmans in the world seek me out.

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