just so hard these days to tell when it's a date and when it's just two
friends doing something together.
true. A date is ultimately defined by having similar end games.
sort of end game?
didn't have sex!
doesn't matter. You'd eventually like to have sex with her?
Eventually. So does that make it a date?
Her end game has to be, of course, wanting to have
sex with you.
I suppose it would be way way out of line to ask
her at any point "Are we going out because we merely have some common
interests and enjoy each other's company or are these one-on-one outings a
building process by which we set down emotional tendrils, grow the
relationship, and eventually get it on?"
have learned well, my young padewan.
sex is like opening the box on Schrödinger's cat. What we do together is both
a date and not a date. The question cannot be resolved until we, like, yee ha! ride 'em skipper! We're gonna use all
the furniture tonight, baby!
And whatever you do make sure you don't let the relationship evolve into a
No-Girlfriend. She's yes to all sorts of
boyfriend/girlfriend like activities: horror films, Christmas at your
parents' place, rides to the airport. She is, however, no to one thing [holds up index finger then extends the
rest of his fingers and flattens out his hand parallel with the bar]horizontalling. The only dimension that defines a
you would reduce love to planar geometry.
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traditional spots from Act I.
as in "he's a nice guy and I think we can be friends, nice?" or
"nice" as in "some entirely new and unheard of female use of
the word nice to describe a guy she just met and finds attractive,
WOMAN 1"Nice" as in "he
did nothing piggish and he knew how to keep a conversation going and I sort
of wished he called me the next day but it was nice in a way he didn't,
WOMAN 1I never know initially if a guy
is after me because he likes me or he's just one of those Asian fetish types.
an Asian fetish type?
WOMAN 1He likes Asian women.
if he disliked Asian women?
WOMAN 1He'd be racist, of course.
then, let me make it clear at this juncture in our friendship, I like Asian
WOMAN 1I always knew you were one of
those Asian fetishers!
all I'm saying is I don't dislike Asian women. I don't care if she's white,
black, Asian, or one of those green Star Trek women. An attractive woman is
an attractive woman. Period! And what if I were to say I prefer Asian women?
Hypothetically speaking, of course.
WOMAN 1Hypothetically speaking then
you just might probably be an Asian fetisher.
entirely unfair. There are a lot of white woman that will only date like
Latino guys or Jamaican guys. Why is that okay? No one slaps that woman with
a label. People just say "oh, that's what she likes." But if a guy
expresses some overt racial preference, he's got a fetish. And yet, if his
tongue was hanging out every time a big breasted blonde woman walked by he'd
be labeled "normal". I just so happen to
like women with dark hair, who are intelligent, speak more than one language,
like spicy food, work in the medical, accounting, or engineering fields. Okay
so sue me if more Asian women match those criteria than Swedish women.
WOMAN 1Okay, sorry,
there are some exceptions. I'm just a little sensitive. If you met some of
these creeps you'd understand. They seem like pretty nice guys at first.
Then after about a date or two the guy announces that he "likes Asian
women" as if it were some sort of magnanimous gesture on his part. He
then drops such key phrases that he likes Asian women because they're
"demure" (i.e. "subservient"), "feminine" (i.e.
"no body hair"), and "exotic" (i.e. "in possession
of secret sexual techniques unknown to white women"). My god, the lot of
them are really nothing more than shallow, sex-crazed anal freaks who have
written off an entire race of women because they got dumped on prom night!
had no idea.
WOMAN 1No you don't, do you? You have
no idea how hard it is sometimes. Not only do I have the normal problems of
trying to weed out the married cheaters, the ax
murders, and the future stalkers with anger management problems, but then I
have to figure out if a guy is an Asian fetisher or
even an egg.
WOMAN 1Those are dudes who are white
on the outside but yellow on the inside. They're not interested in dating me,
per se. They're trying to date me and a thousand years of Korean history. They're
not aggressively scary like the Asian fetish types. They just get boring
really quickly. They're so predictable. Everything they want to do revolves
around Korean or Asian culture. You know I really like eating Greek food and
then seeing a German opera. I rarely want to spend every weekend eating
Korean food, seeing a Korean film retrospective at the art gallery, and then
going to Koreatown for no rae
WOMAN 1At least you're not an Egg.
It's Korean karaoke.
can assure you, he's not an egg or one of those Asian fetish types either.
WOMAN 1Good. I think he has some
WOMAN 1Yeah. But don't tell him I said
so. I don't want him to think I'm easy.
secret is safe with me.
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fade up on MAN 2 and MAN 1. They are in their traditional spots
from Act I.
probs. Unless you have a problem with this.
would I have a problem with this?
spend a lot of time with her. I feel like I'm stealing one of your women.
We're best friends. I don't want this to come between us.
did anything like a life-long friendship ever stop a man from trying to steal
another man's woman?
So, now that it's looking like I'll be off the market, I guess I can devote a
bit of time finding you a woman.
couldn't you do that before?
I was single too. We were both competing for the same pool of available,
attractive women. You know, now that I'm not in competition with you, I find
your wit and stylish clothing less irritating.
MAN 2[Does not even look] Forget it, I hate
Julia Roberts. The woman is fugly.
a helluva lot cuter than that co-op you were
slobbering over last month.
short one with the facial hair.
yeah her. She was sort of cute. Sue me for noticing.
trying to tell me a five-foot one-inch tall bearded woman is more attractive
than Julia Roberts?
What I'm saying is it's all relative. At a software
company where there are more stalls in the women's restroom than there are
actual women in the company, a five-one bearded woman looks pretty good. If
Julia Roberts was an intern at work, you can bet I'd take the long way to the
coffee room just to go by her cubicle every day. But against the pantheon of Hollywood
goddesses, a fantasy world where I could have any woman, Julia Roberts
wouldn't get a second look from me.
well, excuse me, Hef.
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traditional spots from Act I.
I don't.But I've told her a
lot about you and she's pretty keen to meet you.
this would be like a blind date?
WOMAN 1I guess. But the way you say
"blind date" makes it seem like I'm suggesting lung surgery.
never had much luck with blind dates. You ever go on a blind date?
WOMAN 1You know once my dad tried to
fix me up on a blind date.
dad? How weird is that?
WOMAN 1Yeah, it's kind of
embarrassing, actually. I was 21. My father and mother had been married at 18
so in their minds, I was rapidly approaching old maid status. I had come home
from a night class. My dad was sitting on the living room couch with a stack
of letters in front of him on the coffee table. He called me over. He
explained he had run an ad in the local Korean paper requesting letters from
young men of noble character between 21 and 25 who might be interested in
dating his daughter, a smart, traditional lady with traditional Korean values
and American citizenship. He received over two hundred and fifty letters. He
told me he spent a week narrowing it down to these seven letters. He offered
them to me. I should now choose.
WOMAN 1No! He totally picked the wrong
time. It had been a bad day for me. The kind of bad day only a hormonal woman
in her early, early twenties can have. On top of trying to grapple with
issues of school, friendship, romance, fertility, work, and the frightening,
ever looming future, I was retaining water and none of my friends had noticed
my new shoes, which were hurting my feet, possibly because they were new or
possibly because I had gained an enormous and obvious amount of weight since
I bought them three days ago. My friends were purposely avoiding commenting
on my shoes because then they would have to tell me "you're too fat to
wear those shoes". And now this. Now here was my father in my face
trying to tell me... tell me what exactly? Tell me that the only hope I had
of ever finding a man was by taking out an ad? My own father was telling me
this? I ripped the letters from his hands, burst into tears, and ran to my room.
I bunched the letters into a big ball and threw them into my garbage pail. I
crawled into bed and cried myself to sleep.
WOMAN 1Yeah, well, around two in the
morning I woke up and began thinking. "Dad read through two hundred and
fifty letters and found only seven men worthy of me? What sort of men does
dad think are worthy of me?" I got out of bed, removed the letters from
the trash, and got back into bed with them. I smoothed out the letters in
front of me and started reading. Four of the letters had pictures and three
of them were really, really cute. One was an intern at a children's hospital.
Another just started work as a commodities broker. The third, Peter, was 24
and in law school. Peter was a third generation child of the family that
controls the Samsung empire.
WOMAN 1You're telling me! In the
morning, I put the law student's letter in front of my dad and sort of
mumbled "He seems okay."
you ever meet him?
WOMAN 1Oh yeah. He became my first
serious boyfriend. For having the kind of looks, brains, and old money that
let you get away with being supremely cocky, he lacked a dominant asshole
gene typically found in his type. When I finally had to break up with him, it
was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do.
WOMAN 1He was bucking to get married
and I couldn't conceive of marriage until I was in my early 30s. Ever try to
break up with someone that your parents love like a son? I had to tell them
he was getting all creepy and that's why I broke up with him.
he getting creepy?
WOMAN 1No, that's just a story I made
up to convince my family I was making a rational choice. He was a prince to
the end. About the only thing that bothered me about him was he would say odd
things. I think they were meant to sound romantic in their original Korean.
However, when he said them in English they lost a lot in the translation. I
can still picture him leaning over a restaurant table and saying to me in this
bedroom voice "I want to wrap my loving arms around you like seaweed
around well-prepared sushi rice".
matter where we go, you always give me an inventory of the number of Asians
in the place.
WOMAN 1 begins to protest but she's cut short by MAN
right. You're always making comments like 'lots of Asians at this mall' or 'I
think I've doubled this town's Asian population'.
MAN 1[to MAN 2] Well, I liked it. We'll have to go
there for lunch one day.
Thais. Magic Thais. Why does that sound familiar?
you ever read Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy?
course. It's a pun on Majicthais. He's one of those
two philosopher in Hitchhiker's that were bested by
All their menu items are named after Hitchhiker's characters. There's dishes like Marvin the Paranoid Android Pad Thai
and Zaphod Spicy Chicken with Peanut Sauce.
MAN 2Errr... on second thought maybe I'll pass on that. Sounds
a bit too cutesy. I love Thai food but I'm growing a little tired of these
Thai puns restaurant reviewers load up their headlines with. "Thai one
on!" [shakes head in disgust]
food is Fan-thai-stick!
WOMAN 1Indulge your Fan-Thai-see!
MAN 1Hold the rosemary, give me the Thai menu!
me up, Thai me down this food is good!
MAN 1Make thai-er
tracks to this place!
WOMAN 1A great place on a Thai-ght budget!
MAN 1It's a Thai-dy
MAN 2 is glaring at them
you guys having fun?
have to use the little boys room.
you'll excuse me.
gets up and moves towards the back of the stage, into the dark. MAN 2 whistles to self and taps fingers on bar top.
WOMAN 1I thought you said you had to
go to the bathroom too?
WOMAN 1So why aren't you going?
never go to the bathroom together. It's polite to give another guy at least a
ten second lead. [looks at watch]
MAN 2 gets up and moves
towards the back of the stage, into the dark.
Lights fade up behind
the bar. There are four evenly spaced urinals. A row of sinks and a hand
dryer is further towards the back of the stage.
Lights on the bar
MAN 1 is facing the
audience, standing behind the left-most urinal. MAN
1 is in the process of relieving himself. To the far right, perpendicular to
the line of urinals is a group of sinks and an electric hot air hand dryer. MAN
2 enters the restroom from the left. MAN 2
considers the row of urinals and takes up a position behind the right most urinal and begins relieving himself. MAN
1 finishes and flushes. MAN 1 turns to MAN
I need new eyeglasses --
MAN 2[gives MAN 1 a dirty look] -- excuse me I'm
urinating here. Do you mind waiting?
can talk and piss at the same time, can't you?
you know nothing about male bathroom etiquette?
MAN 1 is about to answer
but MAN 2 cuts him off by raising his
index finger to indicate "one minute". MAN
2 finishes urinating and flushes. MAN 2
moves to the sinks. MAN 1 follows. With
great dramatic flare MAN 2 presents his
hands to MAN 1, as if to show he's
unarmed. MAN 2 begins washing his hands
and MAN 1 then follows.
two males are in a public washroom, it is customary to a) avoid eye contact
b) avoid conversation until such time as both men's flies are firmly in the
upright position. It is preferable that both men's right and left hands are
clearly visible in the non-threatening act of hand washing. Conversation must
be strictly limited to sports or work. You were saying?
was about to say I need new eyeglasses and I was thinking of taking her with
me. Any potential pitfalls there?
I think that's a brilliant idea. There are two things no male should buy
without the advice and consent of a woman. Eye glasses and a leather jacket.
MAN 1 presses his face
closer to the mirror. MAN 1 teases his
eyebrows a bit.
god, these eyebrows are growing out of control. They're going Brezhnev
look like a bad Star Trek makeup effect.
BOTH finish washing their hands. BOTH move simultaneously to
the single hand air dryer. MAN 2 is just a
little bit quicker and bumps MAN 1 aside. MAN
1 reflexively looks around for another air dryer but sees none and stands
there with his hands like a surgeon who has just disinfected his hands.
they want full blooded Korean grandchildren?
WOMAN 1Luckily I have a younger
brother and that responsibility seems to have fallen on him.
did you swing that?
WOMAN 1Some luck and some chutzpah.
For a couple years my mother was putting on the full court press about
marrying and producing grandkids. Meanwhile I was sort of seeing this white
guy named Dave at school. I kept it a secret for a few months but knew
eventually I'd have to let mom know. So what I did was acclimatize her. I
started hinting I was hanging out with a group of school friends that may
include a white guy named Dave. Then I started showing her group photos of my
friends and I would casually point out Dave. At some point my mother
commented Dave looked like an intelligent young man. Emboldened I then showed
her a picture of Dave and I sitting on top of a
picnic table together.
god, sitting with a man on top of a picnic table! You may as well have told
her you were sleeping together!
WOMAN 1Hey, I left some wiggle room.
In the picture a picnic basket was between us.
yes. I believe the nuns in Catholic school used to insist the width of a
picnic basket was ethical distance between a man and woman. Or was it the
width of a baptismal font? I can't remember anymore.
WOMAN 1The thing is, my mom fixated on
the picnic basket. She wanted to know whose it was and the contents. I said
it was Dave's and he packet it with ham sandwiches and potato salad from the
deli. What happened next I'm still not sure of.
Either mom suggested maybe Dave would like to try some traditional Korean
cooking or I suggested Dave's diet was bland and could be enriched with some
of her wonderfully spicy dishes. In any regard, a dinner invite was extended
and dinner invite was accepted.
dinner. Was it one of those Joy Luck Club moments?
WOMAN 1The dinner was a painless
affair. Dave actually managed to make my father laugh. But after Dave left,
my mother started raising the customary objections. I was not about to let
months of prep work go down the drain. I stared directly at my mother and
said "Mom, is he my boyfriend or your boyfriend?" She had no answer
and never raised an issue with who I was dating ever again. I think she feels
I'm somehow lost and it is better to concentrate on my poor brother Timmy.
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MAN 1Not really. I'm just wondering if I'm at
that age where I need regular rectal exams.
MAN 2I don't know, man. I've
not been to a doctor since the end of the Reagan Administration.
MAN 1You should probably start going to a doctor yourself. You're at that
MAN 2What age?
MAN 2What's so special about 36?
MAN 1Given the average male life expectancy is 72, you're, well, you're half
MAN 2You're such a pessimist.
I prefer looking at it from the optimist's point of view. I'm not half dead.
I'm half alive.
MAN 1You won't get any arguments from me.
MAN 2I'm not scared of death.
MAN 1Bull crap.
MAN 2It's true. I went to the
dentist last year and he put me under the gas. One moment I'm in the
dentist's chair and counting backwards from ten. The next thing I know I'm
being woken up and told the procedure was done. Something like an hour passed
but as far as I knew, no time had passed. There was zero perception during
that hour. I got to thinking that's what death is like, except you're under
the gas forever. It's nothing more than a deep, dreamless sleep from which
you never wake up.
does that sound horrible?
so bad about being dead?
you said, it's the cessation of all thoughts, feelings, pleasures. It was
like working for that dot.com.
so bad about a cessation of thought and feeling?
why do I have to keep coming back to this? You're dead!
arguing in circles. Think a second: before you were born, you experienced no
thoughts, no feelings, no pleasures. Weren't you
technically dead for millions of years before you were conceived? You didn't
seem to mind then.
I was in my mother's womb, I was wet, naked, and fed through an umbilical
cord. In the same way I don't want to go back to sucking food out of a slimy
appendage, I no longer want to give up the consciousness I know I possess. In
fact, I so fear losing that, I'm more than willing to entertain the idea
that, as boring as it seems, there is a heaven where people sit around on
clouds playing harps for eternity.
your vision of heaven?
I said I was willing to entertain the idea. I don't necessarily believe it.
My vision of heaven is a nudge weirder.
In Catholic school in grade 4 a priest came to my class. He mentioned that in
heaven you will know everything. Cool. But I figured just simply having the
knowledge beamed into my newly acquired super consciousness couldn't be that
fun. The acquisition of knowledge shouldn't be so boring, especially in
heaven. So what I envisioned was your first couple centuries are like an
extended episode of Leonard Nimoy's "In Search
Of". Everything you've ever wondered about is covered in an episode.
Everything from "Who broke my Rock 'm Sock 'm Robots?" to "Who
shot JFK?" Everything you ever wondered about would be presented in the
form of an "In Search Of" episode except, and this is the appealing
part, they actually give you the damn answer, not just leave you with a
disclaimer in the credits claiming the ideas put forward were based on
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traditional spots from Act I.
MAN 2No. A customer. We always seem to do our banking at the same
time. Either I'm in front of her in line. Or she's in front of me in line.
WOMAN 1Why don't you talk to her?
MAN 2Forget it.
not? Take a risk.
the risk of making a woman feel uncomfortable?
WOMAN 1You're infuriating.
my glitch. When I see a woman in a bank line, I think she's there to do
banking. When I see a woman in a book store, I think she's there to buy a
book. When I see a woman in Starbucks, I think she's there to enjoy her short
double shot half decaf half soy half skinny extra hot with light foam. In
sum, I don't believe women leave the comfort and privacy of their home so
they can constantly endure men picking up on them.
WOMAN 1Look at it this way, if you
don't hit on her, the next guy will. And I'm pretty certain you're a far
nicer guy than the creep that will hit on her.
a good, if familiar logic. What would I say to her?
as far as weekend chit chat goes, it's a conversational dead zone. The
earliest one can possibly ask a person their weekend plans without looking
desperately lonely or insane is end-of-day Thursday. And Monday is the only
day you can legitimately ask a person how their weekend went. If you're lucky
enough to have missed seeing the person on Monday, Tuesday mornings are
permissible. But Wednesday? Never on a Wednesday.
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traditional spots from Act I.
MAN 2 and MAN
1 have paper and pencils in front of them. They're making checks on a piece
of paper. MAN 1 holds up his piece of
paper and looks troubled.
MAN 1[to MAN 2] For your football picks, who do
you like? The Buffalo Bills or the NY Jets?
question. Hard call.
MAN 1[to WOMAN 1] You got any ideas?
WOMAN 1I don't know much about
MAN 1[to WOMAN 1] I need some beginner's
WOMAN 1[frustrated] I really don't
know much about football.
tell me which team you think has the cutest quarterback. I'll go with that.
WOMAN 1[She does not like being talked down to, takes pick sheet from MAN 1. She considers the pick sheet for a
moment and hands it back.] The Jets' coaching is in turmoil over the
arrest of its head coach for soliciting prostitutes. The Bills are currently
trying to get city council to foot the tax bill for a new stadium. While the
TV market in upstate New York
is a strong one for the Bills, I think everyone concerned realizes there's
opportunity in emerging southern TV markets, possibly in an Atlanta
edge city. So I'd count on the Bills to cover the spread for the next few
weeks in hopes of increasing their bargaining position.
I thought you said you didn't know anything about football?
WOMAN 1I don't. I just know a lot
about political intrigue.
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then fade up on MAN 2
and WOMAN 1
MAN 2Just cause
they're married doesn't mean you can't hang with them, right?
WOMAN 1I'm afraid it means exactly
that. They all married these lunk heads. I tried
for a while to keep up my friendship with my best friend from university.
We'd go out for dinner and coffee and talk about books and subtitled films.
But when we did that after her marriage, she would always have her husband in
tow. I guess the guy would whine if she left him home alone. When he came out
with us, he would just sit there starring at us, his mouth's open, unable to
add anything of substance to the conversation. When they got home, he'd start
freaking out on her for ignoring him and she'd call me later in tears. It
just all became too much to deal with. [pause]
You know what's harder sometimes then finding a man? Finding a woman friend.
know. It's not that easy to find a male friend either. By a certain age
everyone has their set of friends.
WOMAN 1There are a couple women at work I wouldn't mind gal palling with but
other than the occasional drink after work I've had no luck getting better
MAN 2Would it seem rude or
desperate to ask if they have a waiting list? "In the event of a death
or job transfer and a space becomes available on your friends list, please
consider me as a candidate for trips to antique shows and celebrity chef
MAN 2It won't work. You'll only get men responding.
WOMAN 1I figure I could put in a line
like "ABSOLUTELY NO MEN NEED APPLY".
MAN 2[laughs like WOMAN 1 just
claimed she was going to open a frogurt stand on
Mars] Good luck with that.
Any man reading that ad is going to think "Yes, but clearly she
doesn't mean me because I have a twelve inch penis." In his mind, he's
practically doing you a favor by responding.
WOMAN 1I'm doomed.
MAN 2Not quite. I suggest a
better alternative to "ABSOLUTELY NO MEN NEED APPLY TO THIS AD"
would be something like: "Absolutely no men need apply to this ad. If
you're a man and you do respond I will email you back immediately and engage
in months of online flirting. After you've professed your total undying love
for me and you've sent me numerous expensive gifts to my PO Box, I will
demand you fly to a remote city to meet me and then I will not show up and
never respond to another email of yours again. So you can waste my time now
or I can waste the next year of your life and the greater part of your
disposable income. Don't say I didn't warn you."
WOMAN 1Think that would work?
MAN 2There's a slim chance.
WOMAN 1You're noticeably single. Would
you run an ad on the net?
MAN 2No way!
WOMAN 1Oh come on.
MAN 2Well, actually...
MAN 2I've tried it once or
twice. Just to see. Of course.
WOMAN 1Oh, where'd you run your ad.
MAN 2Yahoo personals.
MAN 2And Match.com.
MAN 2Plus lavalife.com,
kiss.com, friendfinder.com, and americansingles.com.
WOMAN 1You can never just say something good about me or what I do or what I
like and leave it at that. You always have to add in a little nit pick.
"It was great but..." "Fantastic except..." "The
best ever if it hadn't been for..."
MAN 1I'm sorry. That's just
my nature. It's got nothing to do with you. I'm like that with my friends all
the time. [turns to MAN 2]Ain't
MAN 2 draws back, puts his
hands up to communicate "don't pull me into the middle".
WOMAN 1Oh, please,
don't tell me you
MAN 1Noticed what?
my god! Haven't you noticed when I fold my arms my right hand is like this.
WOMAN 1 demonstrates, folding her arms and covering her left
breast with her right hand.
WOMAN 1Or when I wear a purse, the
strap always crosses over my left side. Or when I wear a shirt with double
front pockets, I always put my sun glasses in my left pocket.
WOMAN 1 points directly at her tits.
1You can't have not
noticed my right breast is bigger
than my left!
MAN 2 makes facial
contortions like he is definitely hearing too much information
barely at that stage where you let me see you naked in good light! How can I
WOMAN 1You sure feel them enough!
I touch them I'm not exactly trying to compare them by doing
WOMAN 1 looks at MAN 1
with a "what the fuck are you talking about?" look.
MAN 2[Interrupts] You mean
that's how to calculate the surface area of a sphere. Wouldn't the formula to calculate the surface area of a cone be more
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then fade up on MAN 2
and WOMAN 1
been having the worst possible luck with dating.
WOMAN 1How so?
that cute co-op I was talking about last month?
WOMAN 1The one with the beard?
her! A guy finds one woman with some excess facial hair cute and suddenly
he's branded as a guy with a bearded woman fetish.
WOMAN 1Sorry, I can only recall the
odd ones. Like the woman who used to always email you pictures of her dog in
yeah, her. I crafted a new rule after her. Never date a woman who treats her
dog better than you.
WOMAN 1You pine over so many women, I
have a hard time keeping track.
talking about the curly haired blonde.
WOMAN 1Oh dear. You mean Tina. Wasn't
she in a bad car accident?
she got hit by a truck.
her accident, I bumped into her in a Starbucks and we got to talking. We
exchanged emails and made plans to catch a movie or something. The next
bloody day, she got hit by the truck.
WOMAN 1That is bad luck.
wasn't totally bad. I sent a little Get Well Soon ecard
to her email address. When she got out of the hospital, she picked it up. She
thought it was pretty cute, two bears hugging each other and holding
balloons. She emailed me to say thanks. We got to talking and somehow we made
plans for that coffee date.
what I thought. The poor woman suffered some bad head trauma and still wanted
to keep our date only a few weeks after being released from the hospital
after brain surgery.
WOMAN 1So what happened on this coffee
my effort to power charm her, I went a bit too far.
still had all these scars from the accident. Lots of her hair was shaven away
from surgery, half of one of her incisors was chipped away, and she had an
WOMAN 1Oh, lovely.
know, despite all that, I thought to myself, "she's still pretty
WOMAN 1Of course.
so I asked her a bit about the accident and that's where it went wrong.
Stage lights go dark and then spot light an area of the stage
to the right of the bar.
To the right there is a small round table with two chairs. MAN
2 and TINA sit on either side. TINA has bandages on her head and she is
wearing an eye patch. There are paper Starbucks coffee cups before them.
did you think of the movie?
TINAI can't believe I let
you take me to see a slasher film!
"Torso Versus the Axe Men"? A slasher
a classic! The director mentored Kubrick! The ax scene in "The Shining" was a total homage to
"Torso Versus the Axe Men"!
TINAWhat's classic about a
film that continually repeats the same two scenes: woman takes her top off;
woman gets her head cut off?
were different women. I like art films. I've seen "Das
Boot" and "Mallrats" fourteen times. But sometimes I like to
see a movie where I can just sit back and eat popcorn.
TINAYou ate all your
popcorn during the Pepsi ad. What were you left with?
minutes of silent, non-judgmental companionship. [fumbles for some conversation, points to bandages] Any lasting
effects from the head injury?
TINAJust some double
vision. I'll have to wear this eye patch for a few months
TINAWhat do you mean
you got psychic powers now?
I suffered a head injury the first thing I'd do is check for psychic powers.
like can you see my future or read my thoughts?
try to move this coffee cup with your mind.
TINAI'm cold. Take me
Stage lights go dark and then spot lights come back on WOMAN
1 and MAN 2 in their traditional seats at
stopped returning my emails after that.
WOMAN 1Perhaps it best you didn't get
involved with a woman who lacks a robust sense of humor.
don't know. I was intrigued by a woman with double vision.
WOMAN 1In what way?
figured she would be a cheap date. You know, you take her out for sushi,
order her six pieces, she thinks she has 12.
WOMAN 1I'm so stressed. I have to meet
his parents tomorrow. I look horrible.
WOMAN 1Yeah, I've gained weight.
WOMAN 1How much?
WOMAN 1A pound, maybe two pounds by
you're really packing it on.
I can sit here and argue you've not gained weight and you're looking better
today than you've ever looked before and you can sit there and argue I'm just
saying all that to be nice. We can go back and forth like this for most of
WOMAN 1You're right.
you're down about your appearance, always rememberRule Number 3A for living: You're always more attractive than
you think you are.
WOMAN 1Rule 3A? Why A?
3A applies to women only. Rule 3B applies to men.
there's rarely any disagreement between men what we find sexy. Hence most men
assume what one woman likes all will like.
WOMAN 1One thing I've always liked
about you is you're not very hung up on yourself.
well, it's through no fault of my own.The thing is, I don't feel sexy. No woman I've
ever dated has ever told me what she found sexy about me. I think this is a
problem endemic to women kind and maybe the root of many of your own problems
with men. You're very good at telling us what you don't like about men. But
you never articulate what you actually like about men. In the absence of this
information, we're forced to conclude women like about men what we like about
ourselves, namely our penis and our car. Possibly in that order.
WOMAN 1You really don't feel sexy?
don't feel sexy enough.
WOMAN 1What do you mean enough?
always assume if a woman wanted sex, there are always better, available
candidates out there.
WOMAN 1Not in my experience.
just not really looking. It's undeniably true that your average woman can go
into a bar and if she was bold enough, she could go up to the best looking
man in a bar, offer him a night of no-strings sex, and there's a ninety
percent chance he'll say yes. However, with the exception of rock stars, few
men could ever do that. And I'm no rock star.
1But you've had
women in bed. What do you think they were doing there if they didn't find you
best I can figure, committing acts of charity, compassion, and self
WOMAN 1If I were single, I'd do you,
and not for reasons of charity.
you tell me! How come we never got together?
WOMAN 1I didn't mean to imply that I'd
have had casual sex with you. I just mean, you've always been boyfriend
MAN 2[Sounds a little disappointed] That's
what I meant. Over the years I've seen you drift in and out of relationships.
How did we always avoided hooking up?
WOMAN 1You never really asked me.
that all I had to do, was ask?
WOMAN 1No. If you had come out and
asked straight out I would have been spooked. But you know,
we've always done friend-like things together.
right. I'm in, as they say, "the friend zone".
WOMAN 1I don't believe in the friend
zone. Because I've dated guys who were friends. It's sort of nice to have
that familiarity and security.
what do I lack?
Spot lights go dark and remain dark for longer than normal.
They then fade up on MAN 2, MAN
1, and WOMAN 1.
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