Searching For- Humanist Vampire Seeking In-all ... Direct

Enter Paul. A lonely, profoundly depressed teenager who has just been stood up (again) and is looking for a way to exit the stage of his own life.

And Paul, this boy who walked into the night fully intending to disappear, suddenly finds himself in a 24-hour diner at 3 AM, teaching a 200-year-old vampire how to use an arcade punching machine. He is laughing. He is eating poutine. He is, for the first time in years, not thinking about the exit. The title is a "seeking" ad. A personal classified. Searching for- Humanist Vampire Seeking in-All ...

They find each other in the margins of a classified ad that doesn't exist. We live in an era of "situationships" and vague dating profiles. We swipe left on people who like pineapple pizza. And yet, here is a film that argues for radical honesty in connection. Enter Paul

Humanist Vampire. (I have a strict moral code, even in my hunger.) Seeking. (I am lonely. I am looking for you.) Consenting Suicidal Person. (I am terrified of causing pain. I need you to tell me it’s okay.) He is laughing

Have you seen this? Does the title make you uncomfortable or curious? Tell me I’m not alone in crying over a goth teenager and a girl who sparkles in the dark (but not in a Twilight way).

Sasha doesn't kill Paul. She keeps making excuses. "It’s a school night." "The moon is wrong." "You haven't finished your fries."