G:
I think I just generally like you.
D:
It does seem that way so far…… Was the hug last night too much?
G:
Maybe a little.
D:
Dang it. I was worried about that. I had just been standing so close to you,
and you were so cute, and you smelled good, because of course you smelled good,
and I kept thinking about how it would be nice to possibly kiss you, and… well…
we should be glad I only tried to hug you.
G:
Were you thinking that the whole night?
D:
No. It was only when we were just standing around talking. I mean, I was
listening to you, but my mind was wandering.
G:
Wandering where?
D:
Thinking I’m sad you’re so adorable.
G:
No you’re not. You’re sad you want to kiss me.
D:
Actually I think I’m sad you don’t want to make a move and kiss me.
G:
Let’s keep tweaking the particulars. Besides, how do you know I want to, I’m
just not making a move because I’m scared of you?
D:
That can’t be right. Although, I still know so little about you. I don’t even
know what your day job is.
G:
I’m an orthodontist.
D:
Should I just make a move on you?
G:
No. You should just try not to seem desperate. Like, don’t keep hugging me.
D:
Right. I wish I had an excuse to hang out with you.
G:
I could work on your teeth?
D:
You’re not an orthodontist.
G:
I could be an orthodontist.
D:
Stop that.
G:
Well the only way I see something happening is if we both are somewhere late
for some reason. And then we would just end up talking about personal intimate
things.
D:
I like that.
G:
And then I will tell you that I am attracted to you in some kind of cute romantic
comedy way?
D:
Sure?
G:
And as I slowly lean in to kiss you…. <G starts to lean in close>
D:
Ok….
G:
<almost at D’s lips>I could also give you a puppy? Some frozen yogurt
perhaps? <pulls away>
D:
Oh I see. You’re making fun of me.
G:
What if I’m a nice boy who doesn’t just make out with cheap floozies?
D:
I’m not a floozy! Do you even say floozy?
G:
I could say floozy.
D:
So if you are, then nothing will happen. End of story. I mean you seriously
could have a girlfriend and I don’t know it!
G:
I could have a girlfriend, or I’m secretly planning to take you
off guard and kiss you when you least expect it!
D:
Really? (smiles)
G:
NO! I’m probably just trying to give you the signal that I’m not that
interested. I don’t need a girlfriend to feel that way.
D:
So, should I stop this then?
G:
This? You mean the daydreaming?
D:
Yeah.
G:
Well, if you’re making me tell you I’m not interested, in your daydreams… what
do you think?
D:
That is a good point. It’s not a good sign that you are trying to slap me into
reality in my own fantasies.
G:
Would this mean you are standing in your own way?
D:
Way of what though? I mean, I think you are telling the truth about how you
feel.
G:
Well, being a secret orthodontist is cool.
D:
I said how you FEEL.
G:
Oh right, the floozy part.
D:Honestly,
I just want lots of making out. And flirting. Plenty of flirting. Is that so
much to ask?
G:
Maybe from real life, but it shouldn’t be from your daydreams.
D:
I guess I have a hard time suspending reality enough to enjoy this. I guess I’m
worried it perpetuates feelings I should not have. That it makes me too
vulnerable.
G:
Vulnerable to what?
D:
To getting my feelings hurt.
G:
But I thought you just wanted to flirt and make out?
D:
I do.
G:
So why would you get hurt?
D:
Because I am a sensitive soul sir.
G:
We should become buddies!
D:
Ugh. Of course we should.
G:
What’s wrong with buddies? Pals? Amigos?
D:
I’m just everyone’s buddy is all.
G:
One can never have too many friends.
D:
Thanks Elwood.
G:
Look, why don’t you just ignore what you think the reality is about me, and create
some mystery guy who is super into making out with you. Just use pieces you
like from me, and then plop other things in you want.
D:
Are you talking about Frankenstiening the situation?
G:
Why not?
D:
I mean… What you’re saying makes sense but….
G:
Are you worried about playing God? That a mob with pitchforks will hunt you
down?
D:
I guess not.
G:
Ok.
D:
Ok… No zombies.
G:
You have to request that?
D:
Well Frankenstein is technically a zombie.
G:
You’re not ACTUALLY making Frankenstein.
D:
I know that, I’m just worried this is like some secret genie trick. Like if I
don’t state the obvious, something will go horribly wrong.
G:
I’m not a genie.
D:
You could be a genie.
G:
I’m an Orthodontist.
D:
You know what you are? You are into me.
G:
That’s a good start.
D:
It’s the most important part. You are into me, and YOU are NOT creepy. The rest
is all fluff right now anyway.
G:
Would you like to add any bonus items?
D:
You’re older. Taller.
G:
Hey!
D:
Look, if I’m going to Frankenstein this, you can’t get offended. It was your
idea after all.
G:
<Sigh> Fine.
D:
Seriously. I said older.
G:
Ok. <Stops pouting>
D:
And you want to get to know me. You’re very interested in making out, but you
would like to get to know me a little better as well. Not that you don’t want
to talk about yourself of course, but it’s a little more balanced than what I
usually get when I meet someone.
G:Alright.
D:
And you think I’m adorable.
G:
I do.
D:
OH! And you’re a good kisser!
G:
Hey, how do you know I wasn’t a good kisser already?
D:
Obviously I don’t know that. But now you defiantly are.
G:
Thanks?
D:
And you have a few moves.
G:
How do you do.
D:
And you have a British accent?
G:
Ellow Govenah!
D:
Ew, no you don’t.
G:
Want a spot of tea?!
D:
No seriously. Not sexy. I’m apparently really not into that.
G:
Ok, anything else right now?
D:
Nope. I think right now we are good.
G:
Good. Because I’m ready to make a floozy out of you.
D:
Wow, you pulled that off somehow.
G:
Thanks.
<G
grabs D, dips her, and then kisses her. They stop, he brings her back up and
gently begins to kiss her again. Fade Out.>
