Woke up in a panic. The thing growing in me. That thing. Must get it removed. Have to get it removed but can’t move until everything is sorted.
Too much to sort out before I get there.
Manhunt Date number 9. A 28-year-old Kuwaiti doing a PhD in architecture at UCLA. He drove from Brentwood in the thick fog arrived at 10.30 was gone by midnight. What do people think they are when they describe themselves as masculine? What in heaven’s name does it mean? Needless to say this was a huge queen under the thinnest veneer of ‘straight acting’.
The last ten minutes of the ‘date’ he was looking at his kindle and I was staring into the fire willing him to leave.
Poor lamb, driving up my foggy wet mountain in the pitch black only to be sent home because he didn’t meet my exacting standards. He asked me about my past relationships. Of course I told him the Jake saga but as I told him I thought..why am I telling you this? Not even I am convinced by this story.
One interesting note, when JB was kicked out of his apartment by his long-term gf for being a lying, sociopathic, cheater Jake’s ex-gf told him he had to pay his part of the rent until the lease expired..I think it expires this November from what I can remember…anyway. When I told the Kuwaiti that he had been thrown out and had to live with his parents in Westchester the Kuwaiti was outraged that the gf had demanded half the rent.
The gays never get that bit of the story..why he couldn’t just walk away without paying her anything. They never get the commitment/contract part of a relationship. They squeal, as did the Kuwaiti, “Why should he continue paying his part of the rent in an apartment that he didn’t live in?”
When Jake complained to Pal the artist he was fucking with (allegedly) HIV behind the gf’s back about the rent issue…(Jake told me that he only found out after they stopped fucking that Pal was HIV positive..but I doubt it. Pal doesn’t look like the kind of man who would keep quiet about his HIV positive status knowing that Jake was in a sexual relationship with a woman? No, he looks like a responsible kind of guy.)
Pal, allegedly, told Jake to stop paying the rent and cut JA out…like a cancer. This was a woman who had cancer scares ALL THE TIME!
Thankfully Jake did the right thing…he continued paying his part of the rent and the electricity bill despite casting himself as the victim to me and his gay friends. He was so pissed when he got kicked out of the house…because it meant that he had to live with his parents.
He might have to behave responsibly. Of course the moment he moved in he just did what he always did, acting out with drugs, alcohol and online hook ups. But with the added advantage of having parents who would now co-sign his bullshit.
What a fucking moaner! Unable to see his part in anything. Complaining about his sister Emily’s wedding and the part he had to play in it. Complaining about going to Cape Cod. Complaining that he didn’t live in the East Village anymore.
You should have told the fucking truth! How about that as a radical idea?
Weinstein pay him $7k to rewrite/line edit scripts for them. He did three of them the fortnight before we left for Paris and he was still loathed to put his hand in his pocket to buy anything. The day we drove all day to Cannes he bought me a Mars Bar. I drove all day and he bought me a lousy MARS BAR? And you are wondering why I am taking him to small claims court? The day we drove from Sanary Sur Mer I packed the car with inexpensive and delicious food.
The first time I told him definitively that we should break off our relationship was when I realised that he was drinking and driving. He would get totally DRUNK in NYC then take the train all the way to Katonah then drive to his parents house..drunk as a skunk…then call me moaning or crying about how TERRIBLE his life was…or text me from the train because he was lonely and I would (foolish me) always be there for him..because as he mocked in one of his last emails…”you find me irresistable…admit it.”
I did. I found him irresistible.
Jake lived on the filthy underbelly of life because he chose to.
BTW art lovers! Do look at Pal’s fantastic paintings…they are fucking GORGEOUS…if you are decorating a hospital. He’s a handsome man. Pity that he fell into Jake’s ‘straight boy honey pot’. I wonder if he really did lie about his HIV status as Jake claimed. Jake lied about everything.
If I were her I would sue that piece of lying shit.
My producer comes today to shape the treatment. My friend RF tried to visit yesterday but blew a tire on the way up here. I drove down the hill to find him forlornly at the edge of the road. I had a long chat with Sharon about film funding. Things seem to be picking up. I worked more on the script and loved it.
I ate two bowls of corn flakes and felt tired in my bones.
My heart has been broken and rather than cry gently to myself I am so fucking angry.
That entitled prick has got away with murder and I am daily incensed by how he treated me and others. Even 6 months after he came out he was still regretting his decision. He would have been perfectly happy to stay in his vampiric relationship with her whilst he fucked men on the side. That was a choice! He knew exactly what he was doing and used her. Don’t you dare lecture me about collateral damage! I didn’t cause this mess.
JB is a reptile.