When an evening with a guy starts to get sexy, in my head I’m Eva Green, with a bit of Marion Cotillard - serious, foreign, a bit dangerous.
I’ve come to realize that the reality is much closer to that scene in Ghost World where Thora Birch pops open a bottle of champagne and kicks her legs up on an arm chair. “You like me, right Seymour?”
Afterward, she gets annoyed while spooning.
