I really wanted the sassy artsy redhead and the British Rocket Scientist to work out. I wanted to see how the rest of that story played out. It would have been a classic tale of how left-brained and right-brained opposites attract. I wanted him to take her to dinner and tell her about what he was doing on the cutting edge of aeronautic cryogenics. I wanted him to go to all of her improv shows, and support her work in the theater. I wanted each to marvel at and support the others' passions which would both fascinate and frighten them. I wanted them to go on dates and fall in love... maybe get married and have two weddings - one in New York and one in London. Give their (brilliant) kids the opportunity to go to Oxford or Juilliard... MIT or Tisch.
But... that's ridiculous. Because these are real people. And stories are just stories. And even when things are in your control - that X factor, that spark - is either there or it isn't.
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