I got out the car and started to walk, I had a light coat so within a few minutes I was truly soaked.Luckily, I saw a light in front which looked like...a house, as I approached I could see that it was a small pub. I went in as was desperate for shelter from the rain.As I walked in I was greeted by a small bar with two old blokes leaning on it having a drink talking to an old guy who looked like the landlord, the two blokes looked like farmers and one had a dog curled up near his feet.As I walked. So what brings you to Paris?'For the next twenty minutes we talked, mostly about music. Michael was reticent to talk a lot about himself except that his full name was Michael Pitt and he was in Paris acting in a film by an Italian director whose name he refused to disclose. I on the other hand told him a lot about myself and how and why I had ended up in Paris. We were in the middle of a conversation about the merits of Bob Dylan's new album when we were interrupted by a reproachful female. We were best friends. One drunken night, I told him how I felt and tried to kiss him. But he didn’t feel the same. He complained to the warden for a room change, who informed my parents.R: After many pujas, they gave up. I was treated like a freak. I had to live in a rental with my disapproving mother to attend college. Everyone abandoned me. I have never trusted my emotions since.Now it was all clear – his strict nature, asexual behavior and insecurities. People reject and hate anything they’d. "And I don't know what he expected anyway. It's not like I ever needed him before. And he can't just become a father overnight, especially if the kid in question's done just fine without him for the last sixteen years." I think you're being too hard on him," Luke said flatly."And what would you know about it?"I watched as Luke stood up on the diving board and then cannonballed into the water. I sunk under the surface again, avoiding the splash and when I came up he was swimming towards me."I.