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That's what she saidMoby got himself inside 18 year old Portman?
Fuck that hurts. my insides hurt.
That's what she saidMoby got himself inside 18 year old Portman?
Fuck that hurts. my insides hurt.
My guess is they hung out a few times because Portman was a fan and he thought she was cute but she saw it as platonic while he didn't and when she caught on she cut him off because she didn't see him that way.Uggh. Translation:
I lied, I made this relationship up, because I was so deeply infatuated with her that two decades later I still can't stop being mental about this woman, like the fat kid at school who makes up an imaginary girlfriend he had over the summer, but won't let it go even after the whole class calls his bluff by laughing at him, and the reason is because-- well, because, you know, she's right, I'm creepy. Really, really fucking creepy. I'm aware this is so pathetic and creepy, in fact, that I can't even own up to it, now. It's that bad. Instead, I'll try to hide behind words like "complexity" and "nuance" in a transparent Hail Mary to make me sound emotionally deep, or overwhelmed like a confused teenager, so you'll find me sympathetic, rather than see me for the weirdo stalker I continue to be.
He is one of those soy boy vegan thats why he cant shut up.Not sure why moby answers questions on this. Clearly he was creepy and Pervy on this one. He should just take the L, apologize and shut up.
He should look in the mirror and say hey, there is nothing okay with being in your mid thirties and being proud of a teenager” flirting “with you. And that’s from his perspective, which we know he was drunk and high a lot of the time. I’m sure his attitude on this will rightfully so bring out girls from back then to say that he was inappropriate with them given their age. Just scummy all around.He is one of those soy boy vegan thats why he cant shut up.
He should look in the mirror and say hey, there is nothing okay with being in your mid thirties and being proud of a teenager” flirting “with you. And that’s from his perspective, which we know he was drunk and high a lot of the time. I’m sure his attitude on this will rightfully so bring out girls from back then to say that he was inappropriate with them given their age. Just scummy all around.
Moby you can get stomped by Obie you 36 year old bald headed.......
Haha. I just think it’s stupid to talk about it and put it in your book, especially when your memory may have been hazy about it. He will have to deal with the blowback I guess.You seem rather upset that Moby dated Natalie Portman.
Ironically more people listen to techno than Em nowadays . Damn I’m old . Em became the people he used to make fun of .People are still listening to techno so slim got that one wrong
Ironically princess more people listen to techno than Em nowadays . Damn I’m old . Em became the people he used to make fun of .
All I know is that his “music” is the apex of mediocrity. Well, not the apex. Maybe like Five Finger Death Punch would be the apex of mediocrity. But Moby is close.I mean no offense, but does this guy have a 12 inch dick and throws down like Michael Jordan? Is he a billionaire?
Help me understand this madness?
That's exactly what happened, obviously.My guess is they hung out a few times because Portman was a fan and he thought she was cute but she saw it as platonic while he didn't and when she caught on she cut him off because she didn't see him that way.
Ps I completely respect Natalie’s possible regret in dating me(to be fair, I would probably regret dating me, too)
I went to the same summer camp (for the performing arts) that she did (different year, though). I also lived in Harvard Square when she was going to Harvard, but never came across her, unfortunately.Natalie was from a few towns over from me. Older, but I was at some high school parties she was at. She was already famous and most people just awkwardly stared at her. She definitely was pretty.
Maybe.Uggh. Translation:
I lied, I made this relationship up, because I was so deeply infatuated with her that two decades later I still can't stop being mental about this woman, like the fat kid at school who makes up an imaginary girlfriend he had over the summer, but won't let it go even after the whole class calls his bluff by laughing at him, and the reason is because-- well, because, you know, she's right, I'm creepy. Really, really fucking creepy. I'm aware this is so pathetic and creepy, in fact, that I can't even own up to it, now. It's that bad. Instead, I'll try to hide behind words like "complexity" and "nuance" in a transparent Hail Mary to make me sound emotionally deep, or overwhelmed like a confused teenager, so you'll find me sympathetic, rather than see me for the weirdo stalker I continue to be.
I fucked them
And Moby, you can get stomped by ObieNot going to lie, I always assumed Moby was gay.