The thing that astounds me is that you scoff at new love. You and your man were once only a week old. Right? RIGHT?
So what? I don't see why it matters.
He was at the bar and I was at the bar and we started talking. How else is it supposed to happen? If I waited a month, I still would've met him and we still would've talked.
When it happened doesn't matter.
My 'writing' is doing great, thank you. I'm still produced. Have you ever been produced? I didn't think so. The "Jessica" director likes my work so much he asked me to write him a new script. Has that ever happened to you?
I thought not.
And I'll refrain from calling you asshole, since it doesn't seem to affect you much.
"Writing is like prostitution. First, you do it for love, then you do it for a few friends, and finally you do it for money." ~ Moliere