I’m not the smartest guy in the world…


As soon as I saw her I realized she was the kind of girl I'd wanted to meet...
ever since I was old enough to want to meet girls.

l mean, she was different.
She was dramatic and she was exotic.
And she talked a lot, and when she talked she said remarkably interesting things... about music, books, film and politics.

And she talked a lot.

And she liked me.
She liked me.
She liked me.

At least I think she did.

We went out for two years, and...

l never got comfortable.

Why would a girl... No, a woman like Charlie go out with me?


…but I’m certainly not the dumbest.

High Fidelity