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Friday, August 31, 2007
Gio, an early twenties man
Nate, Gio's best friend
GIO and NATE at a table, over beers or coffee
Gio: I tell all our mutual friends that it's going well.
Nate: But . . .
Gio: It isn't going well.
Nate: It isn't going well.
Gio: It's going very badly.
Nate: Then why tell all your mutual friends that it's going well?
Gio: I have no idea.
Nate: You tell me it's going very badly.
Gio: Well, it is.
Nate: But why tell me that?
Gio: Why? Because, first of all, I tell you everything and second of all, you don't know her.
Nate: What's that got to do with it?
Gio: It has everything to do with it. To a man, the people who know us both think we're perfect for each other. I need an opinion that doesn't have that bias.
Nate: I can definitely provide that. I think she's terrible for you.
Gio: That's what I mean. That's why I tell you.
Nate: But that's my bias.
Gio: I think I just don't . . . I take things too seriously. I am taking this too seriously. I am severely overrating her. She is no good for me, and I have a much worse opinion than I used to on whether she's good at all.
Nate: In one sense, she is.
Gio: What sense?
Nate: The sex.
Gio: Yes, the sex is good, but not that good and, for the first time in my life, with any girl, I feel responsible for the sex not being good because I'm sure she's better at it than I am, and I can only assume-
Nate: She's better than you are?
Gio: -that's because of, yes, she's better than me. I don't think she's had more sex than I have but I can say, most certainly, she's had better sex than I have.
Nate: How do you know? Did you ask her?
Gio: Ask her? Fuck no. Why would I ask her? That'd be, like, a death wish to ask her.
Nate: Then how do you know?
Gio: "Compared to me, you know, you've had way better sex, right?"
Nate: How do you -
Gio: Are you fucking kidding me?
Nate: Okay, but if you haven't asked, how do you know?
Gio: Because of the way she acts. The way she behaves. She talks, and she moves her hips, she has great rhythm, she . . . she talks. That's how I know. Her natural reaction to sex is to enjoy it. Mine is more . . . to get it over with. That's how I know.
Nate: Your natural reaction -
Gio: Well, maybe not to get it over with, but you know what I mean. I'm not accustomed to someone being so good at sex.
Nate: So, that sounds great.
Gio: It sounds great, and it was great at first, but now, I really realize that I'm not that good at it. She has this unspoken . . . this, this expectation of what sex should be like that I just don't think I can -
Nate: Well, what does she say?
Gio: About what?
Nate: About the sex?
Gio: What do you mean, what does she say?
Nate: Does she give any opinions?
Gio: She did. Early on, she said it was great. But, they always -
Nate: They always say that.
Gio: Yeah. And she only said it early on.
Nate: I see what you're saying.
Gio: The sex is the only constant thing, though. The other night, I tried to kiss her while she was in my bed, this was even before sex, and she turned away. She told me, "I have to be honest with myself, and do that stuff because I want to, and not because I'm afraid of losing you."
Nate: That doesn't sound good.
Gio: No, it doesn't. It fucking sounds like she doesn't want -
Nate: Like it'd be dishonest of her to kiss you.
Gio: (drinks) Yes. Exactly. But not, evidently, dishonest to fuck me.
Nate: So, what, like friends with benefits? That's what she wants?
Gio: It's hard to say, because she sometimes lets things slip. The other day, we were out with Jay and I was making some joke about wanting my next breakup to be very hurtful and cruel, and she said, also joking, but she said, in front of Jay, "Maybe I should just leave now." The implication of that, obviously -
Nate: You want your next breakup to be hurtful and cruel?
Gio: No, it was a joke, but I'm saying, the implication of her response, "Maybe I should just," that implies that she would consider us as breaking up. That means she considers us together, even though she finds it dishonest to kiss me. (drinks) Isn't that fucked up?
Nate: Also, that she referred of "losing you."
Gio: Yes, right. Things like that. She implies a relationship that's deeper than the one she wants, or maybe, doesn't want. I don't know. Maybe she wants a relationship, just not right now, but they all -
Nate: They all say that.
Gio: Right. They all do. That's what I'm saying. (drinks) But I think she's genuine.
Nate: I have thought every one was genuine.
Gio: Really? I haven't. I think she's different.
Nate: I have thought every one was different.
Gio: Well, that may -
Nate: She's not . . . they're not different.
Gio: One will have to be someday.
Nate: But, presumably, that one won't refuse to kiss you on the ground that it's dishonest.
Nate: Or, you know, one day -
Gio: I just think, like, if I wait it out, and continue to be as kind as possible to her, and try to keep the emotional, like, hardship out of our conversations, then one day she'll -
Nate: One day she'll what?
Gio: I'm just saying, this is maybe worth waiting for. Or fighting, maybe, it may be worth fighting for, or waiting for-
Nate: But how long can you wait?
Gio: -Or both.
Nate: This is the same thing that happened with Jess.
Gio: Oh, no it isn't. This is nothing like what happened with Jess.
Nate: It is, too. You're making yourself completely available, buying her things, giving her compliments, taking her places, walking with her, you know, completely available and giving her the option of just taking what she wants from it. You're not demanding anything back.
Gio: She says it's unfair for her to put me in this situation.
Nate: She's right about that, at least.
Gio: No, no. I don't want - the things I already - I don't need to demand anything, because I just like being around her. That's enough.
Nate: That's fucking ridiculous. How long can that last?
Gio: 'Til she decides -
Nate: What? That a free ride doesn't sound so good anymore, and she'd much rather - I mean, fuck. Wake up! She doesn't even want to kiss you. The best you could hope for is that one day, she regrets this whole thing. That's the best.
Gio: But, I'm saying, like what she said when we were with Jay -
Nate: No, you're overreading that shit. You're way overthinking that shit. The bottom line is, if she wanted you, she could have you, and she's not taking you, circumstances be god damned. And I hope, truly, that she regrets that one day as much as I think she should, but you are not winning any fucking points, here.
(they both drink)
Gio: I'm in love.
Nate: You're just saying that.
Gio: I am just saying that.
Nate: You always say that.
Gio: So it's either always true, or it never is.
Nate: I hope, for your sake, that it never is, because if this is love -
Gio: -this isn't love.
Nate: I hope not.
Gio: It isn't. It's not. I don't - it isn't.
Nate: You're too good for this.
Gio: I sometimes agree with that.
Nate: I understand it's different when it's just you and her, it always -
Gio: It always is.
Nate: Right. Always.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
SYLVIA and BRADY at dinner.
BRADY: I thought you hated duck.
SYLVIA: I thought you were a vegetarian.
BRADY: Don't change the subject.
SYLVIA: How am I changing the subject? The subject is changes in one of our dietary habits that the other one is surprised by.
SYLVIA: Don't whatever me. When did you start eating meat again?
BRADY: Like three months ago.
BRADY: I don't know. It was too much hassle.
SYLVIA: That's why?
BRADY: That's why.
BRADY: Why wow?
SYLVIA: I just . . . it meant more to you than that.
BRADY: Obviously not.
SYLVIA: I thought it did.
BRADY: Well, it obviously didn't.
SYLVIA: This is stupid.
BRADY: It was your idea.
SYLVIA: Well, its stupid.
BRADY: (pulls a bag from under his chair) Here. Its your book, that picture frame, the sweater and a sock. You didn't say anything about the picture frame on the phone but --
BRADY: --you just didn't rememb-- Jesus what?
SYLVIA: Do we have to do this now?
BRADY: I thought that's why we were here.
SYLVIA: I mean - I don't mean . . . yes. I mean, do you have to this now - before dinner?
BRADY: Sorry. I didn't mean --
SYLVIA: Jesus. (takes bag, put it under her chair)
BRADY: --Jesus! I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything. I didn't know there was a certain time . . . set aside . . .
SYLVIA: There's not. Just forget it.
SYLVIA: Don't whatever me.
BRADY: I . . . uh. Okay.
SYLVIA: Come on.
BRADY: I . . . wh . . . uh.
WAITER: Two duck clubs with mashed potatoes. Would you like more wine?
BRADY: Yes, please.
SYLVIA: I'll take some, too.
BRADY: Why don't we just get a bottle?
SYLVIA: I don't --
BRADY: It doesn't make sense for us to keep buying the same wine by the glass.
WAITER: A bottle of cabernet, then?
BRADY: Yes, please. Thank you.
BRADY: You remember that cabernet we had at Megan's?
SYLVIA: Yeah. That French one?
BRADY: It was Twin Fin.
BRADY: Twin Fin's American.
SYLVIA: I thought . . . no, it had a screw top. I distinctly --
BRADY: Twin Fin does have a screw top.
SYLVIA: I thought it was French.
BRADY: The French one you're thinking of was merlot. And it didn't have a screw top.
SYLVIA: No - at Megan's, it was French. I remember.
BRADY: We had that merlot at Megan's for New Year's. I'm talking about Peter's graduation party. We had Twin Fin cabernet.
SYLVIA: Peter's graduation party? I don't think I went to that.
BRADY: Yes, you did. And we drank Twin Fin cabernet. It was the first wine you'd seen with a screw top. I rememb --
SYLVIA: I remember the screw top. I just always thought it was French.
BRADY: Well it wasn't. Its American.
(BRADY takes a bite of his sandwich.)
SYLVIA: I still can't believe you eat meat.
BRADY: I can't believe you don't remember Peter's graduation party.
(WAITER returns, pours wine, leaves bottle on table, exits. As he leaves, both of them show non-verbal gratitude.)
SYLVIA: I can't stand being around you and not being able to kiss you or say "I love you."
BRADY: You can say it. I love you.
SYLVIA: No, I don't -- don't -- no, I can't. Please, don't.
BRADY: I do. I love you.
SYLVIA: Then why can't we --
BRADY: No. You know why. It doesn't work.
SYLVIA: But, if you love me and I --
BRADY: Don't be so naive.
SYLVIA: I'm --
BRADY: Don't. Just . . . don't. Please.
SYLVIA: Have you been with anyone since we broke up?
SYLVIA: Is it someone I know?
BRADY: Yes. Its Emily.
SYLVIA: Jesus. I didn't want to know who.
SYLVIA: Its . . . are you still together?
BRADY: No. We broke up.
SYLVIA: Oh. I'm sorry.
BRADY: Don't be. I'm not. It didn't work. I knew it --
BRADY: --I just kept comparing her to you.
SYLVIA: Why would you tell me that?
BRADY: How many people have you been with since we --
SYLVIA: I don't want to talk about it.
BRADY: You asked me.
SYLVIA: You didn't have to answer.
BRADY: That's such bullshit.
SYLVIA: What? You didn't.
SYLVIA: Don't whatever me.
BRADY: Uh . . . fu . . . shi . . . okay. Fine.
SYLVIA: This is stupid.
BRADY: I know.
SYLVIA: So, why don't we just go.
The Doctor - a fat, mid 30's woman with obvious cleavage
J.R. - a man in his early 20's with a straight face
K.C. - a man in his mid 20's with a southern accent
A hotel bar, in Chicago. THE DOCTOR, JR, and KC are sitting around a table, drinking beer.
DOCTOR: Jeff said you guys all were in some class together in Delaware or something.
JR: Jeff is a serious opiate addict. He's always making shit up. It was probably a hallucination.
DOCTOR: He is? No, he's not. Is he?
KC: Could be. I don't know these guys.
DOCTOR: I thought you all knew each other.
JR: We do, now.
JR: Well, I'm Jeff's dealer.
DOCTOR: Why would you be his dealer?
JR: Huh? Oh. The money's good. Anyway, we're here on business. Andrew, that prep-school asshole with the sideburns that left a minute ago, is our Michigan contact.
DOCTOR: He and I were making out. I got up to go to the bathroom and he just left.
JR: Now you know why our Michigan division is doing so badly.
JR: I wouldn't take it personally. He's a complete speedfreak and he behaves erratically.
DOCTOR: He does speed?
JR: Are you kidding? He's on speed right now.
DOCTOR: He is not!
JR: Oh, yes he is. We came up here . . . Jeff and I. . .to deal with this very problem.
DOCTOR: You know I'm a doctor.
JR: Then you should recognize speedfreaks and opiate addicts. (drinks) Actually, it'll be good to have a doctor around to keep Andrew from bleeding to death when I cut off his fingers.