le roi est mort. as we sat watching basquiat -- a movie about, strangely enough, basquiat -- i noticed that physical attraction in movies have the faintest tale of fiction about them. revelationary i know. please, hold the applause. but really, do two people just see each other, exchange three sentences, and then hop into a cab to make out and then to bed? i've never heard of such a thing. in the movie, basquiat (a fair looking guy with defensible features) meets claire forlani (a beautiful girl with slightly intoxicating features) in a coffee shop. he waits outside for her, walks her home, and then asks if he can call her. later in the week, she goes to a club to check out his dubious dj-ing skills. they see each other from across the room, he goes over to her, barely says hi, they leave the club. he tries unsuccessfully to hail a cab -- perhaps due to his effeminate hand gestures. she successfully hails a cab. they jump in, exchange gazes, make out.



what?



does this ever happen in real life? or is this the figment of some dorky underpaid screen writer's imagination? just once before i die i will try this move, the "let's not talk but proceed directly to snogging" move. open the hatches, ahoy matey. then again, if i tried this move even once, it just might be the death of me. hum. dilemma. maybe some of you have seen this happen outside of the movie realm, maybe even from the first person perspective. enlighten me.