It had been a long time since I’d looked forward to having plans with someone. I envisioned a drive up the coast, lunch, a walk on the beach, was it too much to hope for a kiss? I wore a dress, heels, I was tan and the sun shone down with a grin, heralding the lazy joys of summer.

Imagine my surprise then when we ran errands – first to the post office, we dropped his friend off at LAX and after that straight to the UPS store. We grabbed a quick bite in-between but it was time sensitive to store hours and traffic.

When we finally got back to his place, a guy with his same name had shown up, his buddy, and they had somewhere else to go.

As I stood alone on the street with nothing sated - neither my hunger for food, nor romance - it was magic hour, and I prayed the camera crew would appear to alert me to The Big Joke. But that’s just a Hollywood form of praying and I’m not so far gone yet as to believe that God exists.