In my bookstore hopping, I read an article in US Weekly I think that said that Keanu ate alone on his birthday. It went sort of like this:
He was eating spaghetti alone in a corner booth in some restaurant on his birthday. Hefner, seated not too far away, offered him some playmates for company but he refused their company. He said, I just want to be by myself today.
This made me beam in an awe-filled way.
I always eat alone. Most times, on my birthday. As a matter of fact, I ate alone today, and yesterday. Sometimes, I enjoy it and sometimes I do not. Sometimes I need to. Today I did and yesterday I did not.
Something about that news just made me gasp.
There is a connection even if it is only in my imagination, there is one.
I guess that takes care of the girlfriend-in-a-red-bow theory that my sick head had concocted would take place on his birthday. Unless that already took place earlier that day and she was too exhausted from it to join him at the restaurant. Who knows? I wish I did.
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