ME
Buy you a drink, darlene?
SHE
You married?
ME
Yeah. But enough about me.
She laughs. The bartender approaches.
Me
What’ll you have?
She
(to bartender)
The usual, Barry.
Me
I like you. I don’t know what it is exactly.
She
My tits?
Me
No, no, it’s your energy or your attitude
or the way you carry yourself or…
She
Christ, you’re not a fag are you?
Because I don’t want to be wasting my time.
She gets up.
Me
No, wait! I like your tits. I love your tits. I want to fuck you.
She
Good. Now we’re getting somewhere.