Ask someone who, through a completely random set of circumstances, spent an hour having a conversation with Emma Watson anything
friend of a friend invited friend to this thing in London (Dan's just back from SDCC and he was on the promo team). Emma was also tagging along on Dan's side but at around 2 we both found ourselves in the lounge of this swanky restaurant/bar in Soho with no-one to talk to
Jour by Hugo Boss
very attractive, but totally smitten after talking to her
random shit about each other. I asked her what it was like to have the entire internet obsessed with her body, and she asked me about my work (writing, mainly, with a little truck driving on the side - no bullshit, that's my job)
By looking at me and talking. No flirting, if that's what you're thinking, but she did get more relaxed as the conversation progressed. She even touched my arm - twice!!!
I would say yes, she's done a hell of a lot in a relatively short time, so if she hadn't taken the time out to grab an education she would be doing a full-on Lohan about now
What do you write?
I like to write myself.
>I asked her what it was like to have the entire internet obsessed with her body
>The stories and information posted here are artistic works of fiction and falsehood.
>Only a fool would take anything posted here as fact.
I've not. I've only shat a single, bad short story and read mostly classics and scifi. If you have a pseudonym I wouldn't mind reading a short story.
WELL WHAT WAS HER RESPONSE?
Why truck driving? You'll need a new job when trucks all learn to drive themselves.
What was the most interesting point of conversation y'all had?
>surprised no-one's asked me what her response was
that's most likely because it didn't fucking happen?
nothing really happens
I'm excited to see, too
nothing you anonymous twat
Me: Can I ask you a question?
M: it's moderately personal - kinda
E: I'm used to it
M: How do you feel that there are millions of people out there ojn the internet that are completely obsessed with your body?
E: (slight blush) as in?
M (blushing myself) as in... breaking their backs for the slightest chance of seeing...
E: my nipples?
M: I was gonna say breasts, but pretty much, yeah.
E: I got over that years ago. Anyway, I've shown them in enough photos, amongst other things
M: 18th birthday?
E: do you know they were laying on the pavement trying to take pictures up my fucking skirt? (getting a little pissed off now)
M: Yeah, I did hear about that. Sean Locke does a funny bit about that, actually.
E: I know, I saw him live not long ago....
and the conversation moved on
No cameras allowed! That's bullshit, I bet cellphone cameras had to be on somewhere there.
and likely be summarily rejected, you lizard
It was always at the back of my mind, but ending the conversation with 'Can I have your number?', or even worse and desperate, 'do you want MINE?' would have just ruined it completely. She's not the kind of person you broach that subject with. If there had been any point in the conversation that it would be in each other's interests to exhange details, then we probably would have, but as it happened, we were just two people passing the time together and having fun while doing it.
I did tell her I had facebook though, and she said she'd look me up, but I'm not holding my breath
>I've shown them in enough photos, among other things.
As if she would ever say something like that. Also, where was her ex-NYPD-cop bodyguard?
Cut the crap already, it was low quality bait to begin with.
I don't think even a Great Actress could hide revulsion from your moonscape face and oil-spore scent.