I met Lily earlier this year. I’m a fan. So much so that, having just discovered that my initial review was never posted, I simply must submit another. I loved having dinner with her, just a natural flow of conversation about nothing and everything, somehow passionate and easygoing at the same time. At the hotel, I found myself with a strange inclination to simply worship her. Stretched out upon the bed, the face of a punk rock goddess, the litheness of a dancer, the whole scene enveloped by a feeling of decadence. I’m craving it now, which is why I came back to her profile and discovered that my appreciation of her was missing.