He had maintained quite a stable head throughout all of this. It wasn’t that hard to do. Some people let it get to their heads, he wondered how they could not keep it together. He was still the same old pisshead that he always was. He didn’t really pay it much thought. Although the media had a field day with him. He didn’t care so much that people took pictures of him getting piss drunk every weekend. He didn’t feel too bothered that he would get kicked out of bars for starting fights either. He had a group of friends who he loved to be around, and could care less if the new crop of celebrities did not appreciate his behavior. He had a great girlfriend and a loving family. He did not need much more than that. He had recently decided with his girlfriend that they would move to the UK. It was quite a decision. She was Canadian, and had family in Toronto, but she lived out of LA, which he was doing as well at the moment. The two decided to settle down and find a place in London. It would move him closer to home, and it was just as far as LA was from her home anyways. In terms of career he never thought too much about it. Something would come up he was sure of it, just wasn’t sure what at the moment. His face was still pretty scratched up, he had a chunk missing from his nose. But all in all everything healed quite nicely. He had a bit of a shady forehead from when he got banged up last time, but make up usually covered that. Considering he was a scrapper he managed a nice touch up and was ready to go. But at the moment he had nothing on the horizon in terms of gigs. It was still okay though, he was still in the media, attending events and so on, so all hope was not lost. He was not panicking yet. His girlfriend was racking up jobs though. She was a dancer and was a behind the scenes worker for Burlesque, and she was invited to all the premieres so that gave them something to do for now. He liked the change in roles, how she was the one who was posing for all the cameras and he took the backseat. He was actually proud of her as well. He liked seeing her smile and be happy when walking the red carpets. Her part was not very big, she did choreography and worked as a backup dancer, but she felt great about it, and it showed. She worked as a dancer and a choreographer for a long time, but it was just now that she was getting a lot of attention about it. The two had been dating for about six months. She was as sweet as pie, and that was why he loved her. She was just so cute, and beautiful, and such a positive person. He wondered sometimes if she would get bored of him. They were a mismatch of a couple. He was a bit of a lads lad. Was a bit of a scrappy kind of guy, not too serious, liked to go for a drink, and have a laugh. They had fun together and never really got into any serious fights. They both were easy going, and it was a genuinely loving relationship. Although they had not been going out for too long, the relationship had always started off as a long term one. They both knew in a sense that it was something special, but there never was any pressure. They laughed (mostly he laughed) when she would suggest the idea of marriage and kids, he would always play jokes about it, and then in the end say something like, in due time. He wanted kids of course but wasn’t going to rush into it. They were both still very young, and she was the typical girl who wanted to get married and have lots of kids. She was turning 22, and far too young for it all. They needed to enjoy the relationship some more. He was the older one, about four to five years her senior, and in a sense he did call the shots in the relationship. She listened, and he was not being unreasonable. Most of the time he looked out for both of them. And everything was working nicely thus far. He was liking his position that he was in, and was sure she was too.
November 18, 2010
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