the sexiness of possibility

the daily taryn — december 5th, 2024

location? coffee shop

why? change of scenery

what? the two tables in front of me are occupied by two men, both on their laptops. not together. sexually or otherwise. unless this is one of those “let’s go to a coffee shop and pretend we don’t know each other” fantasies. must not be — one is leaving as a type.

wait why does this matter? because.

they’re both at least 45 — probably older, but that sweet sweet LA nectar (botox) cannot be ignored.

they both appear to be working on scripts. i can tell this because i am so fucking nosy and can see both of their screens. while many would look away, i look closer. i zone in. i’m a fiend for a snoop.

script writing at coffee shops is very normal in these parts. nearly every coffee shop visit, you’ll see someone typing into the uniquely spaced, clearly meant-to-be-art-someday type of document, formatted around dialogue between hot characters. not too hot — they have to be relatable — but hot enough to think it could be you.

and you know what? these scripts might SUCK. they could be nothing to write home about. although, i appear to be doing that anyway.

they could sit in a messy digital folder, collecting virtual dust. they could land in a friends inbox, land in a pile of papers an intern will mindlessly comb through, or get trashed in 10 minutes.

but!

those same scripts, written at coffee shops on a thursday in pasadena, might be your next favorite story. in 4 years, you might be counting down the days til this show/movie is released (likely streaming, but hey — maybe theater, if those still exist in 4 years!). you might be planning who to see this masterpiece with.

you might be impatiently waiting for this story that’s being written before my eyes.

probably not though. statistically.

but isn’t the possibility sexy?

try more stuff. you never know.

your friend,

taryn