If you don’t know this, I applaud you. If you do, well, moving right along & wiping our tears away. Timothee Chalamet and Kylie Jenner are an item. Or so the media tells us. Am I in denial?

Absolutely but I digress.

As we mourn what represented, to me at least, the boy next door who suddenly became famous but would rather die than be, we are all coming together to deal with this betrayal.

Timothee was the actor who made us all feel datable, seeable and him attainable.

Through his clumsiness, genuine awkwardness with stardom and crooked smile it was as if to say, “No no ladies…I’m just an average guy!” I envisioned him as the type that would have a sudden crush on the girl in the deli who just made him the best pastrami sandwich. The one who’s to hot to be working there but just hasn’t seen her own worth and is still humble and happy using a meat slicer all day.

Or the barista at the coffee shop across from the restaurant that he eats at with his family once a month on a Sunday.

And this is why we love him.

Not just for ourselves but for Hollywood.

I can’t stop looking at the lip-reading experts take on, we’ll call it the Kylie asking Timothee about the color black convo that then quickly escalates to I loves You’s.

Devastating.

So here I am at 1 am writing about this strange coupling. Sigh.

And this makes me wonder. Kylie Jenner. She also has been labeled as “fake” in regards her entire physical appearance. Beautiful at times and then a weird motionless face at others. Awkward when trying to be real and being real at being “fake”? So, what is she hiding? What does he know that we don’t? Unfortunately, I sadly believe its just another moth to a flame. A Timmy to a hot mommy.

And unfortunately, so so far away from the girl working in the deli that represented us all.