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You're standing at a bar you ended up in by accident during one of your "F*ck it, I live in New York, let's
do this" nights. The first drink is still in your hand, but you can already tell the room is looking at you. Liquid confidence comes fast.

Your friend says something funny, you give a flawless head-toss laugh, and slowly turn in perfect timing to lock eyes with the boy across the bar.

Bam.

It's a once-in-a-lifetime feeling that has only happened twice in your life.

The instant connection.

But even though the opening sequence was executed with cinematic genius, the cynic inside of you has already written the rest. You fast forward through the 127 minutes of dialogue that will cover the next 5 minutes or 500 days, knowing that once it's over there's a high chance you'll walk away with too many feelings to repeat with a bottle of wine and a replay on Netflix.

While you were over thinking which song to play during the credits, he's already crossed the bar holding the sequel to your first drink.

Well, shit.

The first three lines reveal the fatal flaw, but you can't hit pause. You're no longer sure if your character is so invested because there's no chance of this being anything or because there's a chance this is everything. We used to only deal with love at first sight (if you can still stomach the mention of love), but now we can find out if we'll like a movie with the click of an app. So, you pull out your iPhone to find

he's lost his.

No news feed, no hashtags, no texts. The only thing he's connected to is you. What is this, a period film?

The rest, as you can imagine, is quite beautiful. Though there is no clear direction, the movie has a perfect balance of comedy and drama that keeps you constantly wondering what happens next...but you couldn't figure it out. A bittersweet ending leaves you wanting more with no one to blame. You wrote it.

You got inside your head. Maybe you're not as great of a writer as you thought. It ended too soon, nothing was resolved. We wanted more fight. But you're exhausted, so you decide to shelve the project until you can figure out a better ending. One that doesn't have to end, maybe.

Or maybe just forget it all happened after you blog about it like a little bitch,

TJB: Making It