I’m sorry, could I just bug you for a second? Could I ask a favor? Can I bum a cigarette? Thanks.
Oh, and can I have a light? Thanks, sorry, thanks.
And I’m sorry, I really don’t mean to be a pest, but do you wanna make out? I appreciate it.
Great bar, right?
Hey, how about we get into a relationship? Awesome, thanks.
Also, would you mind terribly, I mean, is it OK if we never really define our relationship fully? Cool, awesome, thanks.
Oh, and sorry to be a bother, but can I invest a lot in this relationship without checking to see if my level of involvement is being reciprocated? Sweet, you’re really helping me out here.
Yeah, I really like this music, too. Bowie rocks, man, totally.
Hey, random question: is it OK if I assume we’ll actually be together a long time?
Cool, then I’m gonna head to the bar and get a drink, and then I’ll come back over here, and I’m gonna let down my guard and finally, for once in my life, stop worrying about whether I’m ever going to meet someone who’s right for me.
Oh, also, sorry, forgot to mention, and I’m going to assume that you’re willing to put in as much as I am to making this really work. I’m going to assume you generally want to this to pan out, long-term, you know? OK? Thanks.
Hey, I’m back, I… hey. Where’d she go? Did she just leave? Jeez. Without even saying anything? Was I bugging her? I didn’t mean to. Really. She could’ve said something. At any point there.
I mean…she could’ve just not given me the cigarette.