Man:
"I happen to know a thing or two about
people. You get approached a lot. Probably have since the day you strapped on
your first training bra. But you're smart, and you're creative, and you're
caring and big... But, how come the guys only see the package it comes in,
sure... you're flattered. But ultimately, ultimately it's tiresome because it
has nothing to do with you. You were born that way, you can't take credit for
it. Your insides though, that's yours. That's what you want someone to truly see.
Even a stranger. Ergo! You fake a handicap. You pretend to be deaf rather than
to have a conversation with a fellow human being. You prefer sign language?
Fine."
[shows middle finger]
Woman:
"You know what? Excuse me. What did
you have in mind? Some sweet, romantic courtship in the bar over some warm
peanuts before we consummate our love in the glow of Spectravision porn? God,
I'm so sorry your little ego took such a bruising. But you know what? I bet the
next chick that you meet in the elevator or, I don't know, the gym, is gonna
fit that bill just fine. Even though I bet you have a girl who is actually
stupid enough to believe that you're the one guy with integrity. The one guy.
Until, of course, she finds that lipstick mark on your boxers, and then it's
game over, pal. And that one thing that you held so dear, that one thing that
you loved more than anything in the world, is tainted and ruined and destroyed
like that.
Ergo! If you had a brain in either head [points
to the man's face and pants], you would realize that I was doing us both a
favor."
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