Guillaume Canet

Born: 10 April 1973

Guillaume Canet is a top actor and director in France. Son of horse breeders, the young man spent his childhood in the countryside near Paris. In his youth, Guillaume wanted to be a horse-rider, and briefly followed a professional career in the sport. A bad fall broke his dreams led to his acting career, and success. After briefly studying acting, he started his career with the success we know. Often cast in roles of naive young men, Canet knew how to be hired for other parts. Chiseled features and real talent brought him to stardom quite soon. A star in France, well-known in continental Europe, Guillaume could become easily one of the greatest actors of the next decade. 

He has starred in several films like Joyeux Noël, Love Me If You Dare and The Beach. In 2006, he turned to writing and directing with Tell No One and won a César Award for Best Director. He's currently married to french actress Marion Cotillard, his Love Me If You Dare co-star with whom he has a son Marcel.

Below is a trailer of his best romance film by far, 

Halloween Magic for Young Women

A young lady should try to peel an apple in one continuous strip. Holding the apple peel in her right hand, she has to whirl around three times and throw the peel over her left shoulder. The peel will form the outline of the first letter of her future husband's name. If the peel breaks, it's an indicator that she will never marry (I've tried this one, and got my peel resembling a J).

If a girl has several young men courting her and is undecided as to which she should choose, on Halloween she should take apple seeds, naming one for each man and stick them to her face. The last seed to fall off is the person she should pick. 

Another common method instructed to a girl is to light two candles at midnight, then sit  in front of a mirror and eat an apple. She was then instructed to brush her hair.  An image of her future lover/husband would appear in the mirror behind her shoulder. Some believe if you catch a snail on Halloween night and lock it into a flat dish, in the morning you will see the first letter of your sweetheart written in the snail's slime.

In Scotland, a woman would name a hazelnut for each of her suitors and toss the nuts into the fireplace. The nut that burned to ashes, rather than popping or exploding, represented the girl's future husband.

If you'd like to see your future husband in a dream, then just place a sprig of rosemary and a silver sixpence under your pillow on Halloween night. If a lady wished to dream of her future husband on Halloween then she could also place her shoes in the shape of a 'T'. The 'T' was believed to be a very potent talisman with connections with the Scandinavian God, 'Thor', the 'T' representing his war hammer. Once she had placed the shoes on the floor she would then have said, 

"Hoping this night my true love to see, 

I place my shoes in the shape of a T". 

Offering Love to a Psychopath

The problem with being a romantic idealist and being in love with Love, is that you can never distinguish between the real thing and a mere infatuation. When you gift love letters and romantic poetry to your latest object of affection without bothering to get to know the real him, you often set the stage in your life for epic rejection and disappointment.

Have you ever been in a situation where your affection for someone was overflowing and been so close to having your emotions reciprocated, only to realize the whole thing was one BIG farce? Where you've called them up not once but thrice, hoping to receive atleast a single call back from them, but it never came. Where you've given them your very own handwritten love poem, only to have to wait forever for a response. A simple smile or a brief glance  never took too much of anyone's time. It makes me only feel like I've fallen in love with a psychopath who uses his charm and deceit to flirt with every woman in the universe. He never cares genuinely for anyone but himself and uses the attention he gets from women only as a means of boosting his ego. I hope my poem had the reverse effect on him and screws up every damn thing in his life from now on. Never have I given so much to a single person to just have it thrown back in my face, so unceremoniously. He's just one of the many dicks I've fallen for and intend to fall out of love with as soon as possible. I can only comfort myself by knowing that things eventually do get better for victims of the Night once the sun rises, making the world a brighter and clearer place.