Conversations with Other Women

Woman:
The illusion of effortlessness requires a great effort indeed.

Man:
Time really can move in two directions. It doesn't matter to the universe anyway.

Woman:
You're just a dirty old pervert.

Man:
Yes, I am. But I'm your dirty old pervert.

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Man:
Wish me luck.

Woman:
Tell me, how old is umm... Sarah the Dancer.

Man:
Oh, she's a... she's a college graduate.

Woman:
Her age?

Man:
She's a recent college graduate.

Woman:
Yeah, like 21.

Man:
22.

[Woman walks away. Man follows]

Man:
But she's 23 on August the 12th!

Woman:
23 on August the 12th... Well, that's a beautiful age.

Man:
Why would you wanna know?

Woman:
You know why I wanted to know.

Man:
Maybe I do. Say it anyway.

Woman:
I wanted to know because I wanted to know. I wanted know if you were flirting with me.

Man:
What does Sarah's age have to do with it?

Woman:
I am the same age as you, I think, and a man, my age, who prefers 23 on August the 12th might not flirt with someone who is... lets just say 15 years past 23 on August the 12th.

Man:
You're 38 and you look it.

Woman:
F*** you.

Man:
Right. And next year you're 39, and then 40. And after 40 you may as well die.

Woman:
Thanks.

Man:
If the cardiologist is, decides that you are too old and decrepit and ugly to be at all lovable, I am available to tolerate you in your golden years.

Woman:
Thank you.

Man:
If I told you I still loved you, that I always loved you, that I loved you to distraction, would you leave him?

Woman:
No.

Woman:
There are no happy endings in our future.

Man:
What was your ex-husband like?

Woman:
You know perfectly well what he was like.

Man:
Mmhmm, refresh my memory.

Woman:
No.

Man:
Honestly I can't remember - the memory starts to go around forty, you know.

Woman:
[sigh] He was red. He was kind of yellow - and black, and pink, and orange, and blue.

Man:
What the f*** does that...

Woman:
Magenta, purple, maybe a bit of maroon...

Man:
Hey! What does that mean?

Woman:
I don't know! It's what I see when I close my eyes.

Man:
Why did you come, really?

Woman:
Do you want me to say I was hoping I'd see you?

Man:
Yes - and I want you to mean it.

Woman:
You're so romantic...

Man:
By romantic, you mean old fashioned?

Woman:
No, by romantic, I mean romantic.

Man:
Bridesmaids are like matrimonial interns.

Man:
[in bed, before they are about to have sex] What are you thinking?

Woman:
That it's probably a mistake.

Man:
You don't have to do this.

Woman:
As if the act in itself mattered. [... ] It's technicality. Don't you know what we're already done?

Man:
[on relationships] In my opinion, when it gets too serious, it's over.

Woman:
I'm sorry. Come here. It was just something... it was just different. I didn't expect it. You used to be so thin. I mean you were insubstantial, really.

Man:
God, the complements keep coming.

Woman:
Yeah, but now... Now, you know what? Look at it this way. There's a grandness to you.Like, you know, the rings in a tree trunk asserting the passage of the time: Like "I have earned the right to fill up more space in the one universe."

Man:
That's bullshit.

Woman:
I tried.

Man:
It's good to be happy. But it's so f***ing hard, you know.