She has learned that her body is precious and it mustn’t be offered carelessly ever again, as it holds a direct connection to her heart. - Steve Martin

VERSATI (To Theo.) I can’t believe that you believe what you believe. THEO I can’t change my mind. I’d have nothing to think.

As she sits in a booth, it never occurs to her to observe herself, and thus she is spared the image of a girl sitting alone in a bar on Saturday night. A girl who is willing to give every ounce of herself to someone, who could never betray her lover, who never suspects maliciousness of anyone, and whose sexuality sleeps within her, waiting to be stirred. .... She keeps working to make connections, but the pile of near misses is starting to overwhelm her. What Mirabelle needs is some omniscient voice to illuminate and spotlight her, and to inform everyone that this one has value, this one over here, the one sitting in the bar by herself, and then to find her counterpart and bring him to her.

Moving on and not looking back, not living in the past, was a way to trick myself into further creativity.