Sixteen years ago this July, I made some kind of illegal turn on Sunset and drove into an underground parking garage for a blind date. I knew it was with Jason, that guy from that movie franchise that I’d auditioned for but had never seen. I knew he was talented because the producer setting us up had slipped me his tape for the Kate Hudson film we were both currently trying to land parts in. I knew he wasn’t Jewish (disappointing), was only a year older than me, and was a Taurus (not so much disappointing as just plain boring).
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