It was pretty good. Could use a little work. *NT*

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: : I was really down today. I got rejected by a girl I really liked. Hence, I created this dialogue. I think it's the most moving I've ever written. And, to answer questions, I only through in the last tiny bit because after I'd written it I had felt better and couldn't leave this dialogue without one tiny little joke. Enjoy and please comment. : : Silent Matt/Bob : : : Scene : : (Two men sit in a bar. One has a full glass, the other a half empty glass. The one with the half empty glass takes a drink from it. Both men are quiet and stare at their glasses. Finally, one man turns to the other.) : : FRANK : : You gonna tell me what’s on your mind? : : DARREL : : (Pause) : : Women. : : FRANK : : Care to talk about it? : : DARREL : : (Turns to FRANK then begins his story.) : : Well, I got a new job, right? It paid better money. I figured it’d be better for me. I made friends at my new job real easily. Everyone there is nice. It’s like one family, almost. : : FRANK : : So far so good. : : DARREL : : Then, not knowing how I missed her, I saw this woman. She was very attractive. I mean, come on, whenever a guy notices a girl its almost always looks, right? I watched her. She was really pretty. Now, normally, I see a girl, and I’m like, one night stand. Nothing more. Just have sex with her and add her to the big black book. You following? : : FRANK : : Yeah. : : DARREL : : Well, I saw her and I saw something different. I saw…a relationship. A real one. A good one. I could picture her and I on a romantic evening watching the sun set, or some of that bullshit. Real love. Not just fake. : : FRANK : : Like the type you marry someone over. : : DARREL : : Yeah. Well I got to know her. I talked with her. A lot. We just talked and talked and talked. I found that we had the most…connected personalities ever. We liked many of the same things. She seemed like something God would send me in a time of need. Adam’s Eve. The perfect woman. You still following? : : FRANK : : Don’t worry, just continue your story. : : DARREL : : Well, I fell totally for her. I mean this girl was like…having the weirdest effect on me. She made me think differently about everything. I really wanted to just go up to her and ask her out. But I thought it would be a little awkward. I mean, here we are on the first week of our friendship, and I ask her out. It’s a little freaky, you know? : : FRANK : : Not really, but go on. : : DARREL : : I could almost tell there was a definate attraction to me from her, too. It’s one of those things you can sorta predict. So I felt, it doesn’t matter when I ask her out. She’ll say yes. We’re like peanut butter and jelly. : : FRANK : : Which are you? : : DARREL : : Huh? : : FRANK : : Peanut butter or the jelly. : : DARREL : : Hello! PeaNUTS? Can I go on? : : FRANK : : Sure, sorry. : : DARREL : : Well, the other day I was alone with her. I felt, ok, this is it. Now it’s time. I opened my mouth to speak and she said ‘Oh, I’m sorry, I gotta run. Hug before I go?’ : : FRANK : : She said ‘Hug before I go?’ : : DARREL : : Yeah. Well, I didn’t manage to ask. I watched her go and sat for a minute, thinking about what had happened. The next day I was approached by a co-worker. She told me that that girl was upset I didn’t say it. I said I almost did, but was interupted. So my co-worker said go do it now! I figured, allright, I know it’s a yes, right? So I did. I caught her on the stairs and asked. : : FRANK : : She said no? : : DARREL : : She said ‘I don’t wanna ruin our friendship. It’s too good. I’m afraid to lose it.’ : : FRANK : : Ouch. : : DARREL : : Very, especially since: A, she would say yes, and B, this is what I had thought would be better. : : FRANK : : What? : : DARREL : : Building a good friendship and knowledge of each other. : : FRANK : : Oh. This is why your down? : : DARREL : : Yeah. And you know what the weirdest thing was. : : FRANK : : What? : : DARREL : : I knew I would get a no. : : FRANK : : I thought you said you were sure you’d get a yes? : : DARREL : : You know that voice deep inside you that tells you exactly what you don’t wanna hear? : : FRANK : : Yeah, I know the one. It’s always bugging me. : : DARREL : : It said that to me. Right before I asked. It said what she said. The son of a bitch… : : FRANK : : Hey, I’m sorry man. : : DARREL : : And I link this to my childhood too. : : FRANK : : How so? : : DARREL : : I once took a rock of a grave. : : FRANK : : What? : : DARREL : : I was a kid! And I thought it was pretty and smooth. : : FRANK : : Did you keep it? : : DARREL : : No I put it back because I was told a little legend of how if you take something from a grave you have bad luck. When you’re a kid you’ll believe anything. : : FRANK : : You can say that again. : : DARREL : : So, due to this, even though I’m a bit old, I believe this has to do with it. I think that some divine being just has it in for me. I haven’t ever had a string of good luck. Well…except for…well that doesn’t really matter. : : FRANK : : No, tell me. : : DARREL : : Well, I would always look at this shirt in the store. I tried it on. It’s a great shirt. I’m wearing it right now. And finally, I bought it. And ever since then I’ve had this streak of good luck. The first of those were meeting that girl. But I guess I have to get over it. I started even believing those stupid fortune cookies. : : FRANK : : I feel your pain, buddy. Different story, but basically the same. New job, new girl, new loss. But I realized after I was rejected that I really didn’t see anything at all. I felt something, but I think it was a subconsious trying to make me not feel like a jerk. : : DARREL : : Why would you feel like a jerk? : : FRANK : : First thing I noticed was her ass. : : DARREL : : I’ve been down that road. : : FRANK : : (Looks at his watch) : : Well, I gotta split. I’ll talk to you later. : : DARREL : : Yeah, later. : : FRANK : : (Gets up, then turns back to DARREL) : : By the way. : : DARREL : : Yeah? : : FRANK : : What are you gonna tell your wife? : : DARREL : : What she doesn’t know- : : FRANK : : Doesn’t hurt her, I got you. Later. : : DARREL : : Bye. : : (DARREL twirls a straw in his drink, downs it, and leaves)

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