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If your first conversation with them lasted about 5 minutes, and took place last night?
so just go and do it and dream
if the respondee was horribly affected or clinically insane
Wait until tomorrow
Maybe the day after.
Don't want to look like Larry "Facebook" Nomates
Rapid friending screams "I immediately went home and boffed one out over you"
You can just crack one out on the bus home
MY CRUSH added me to Facebook a while ago right after we had a big huge long conversation, but we haven't really spoken much on Facebook since. I'd rather wait 'til we were face-to-face, though, 'cause things could get sexier that way.
Depends if this is a someone-you-fancy thing, ofc.
Adding's unnecessary and potentially a bit lame looking. I reckon just messaging them to keep the ball rolling is a safe option.
in front of her.
that would be pretty lame. unless it was five minutes of the most scintillating conversation known to man.
^ Nick Clegg likes this
a bit grimmer since the Cameroon news though eh?
there's been a bit of status liking but that's it. i'm trying incredibly hard to play it cool by waiting till i see her again in person but it's tempting to just message her right now going UR COOL LET'S GO ON DATE
Don't do what I did. Added her a year ago, failed to really say anything except for the 'likes this' thing, then found out about 3 months ago she's boffing some jerk I used to go to school with.
The whole "WHY HAVEN'T THEY REPLIED YET? THEY'RE WRITING ON OTHER PEOPLE'S WALLS AND UPDATING THEIR STATUS AND LIKING THINGS AND JOINING GROUPS, BUT HAVEN'T REPLIED TO THE MESSAGE I SENT THREE DAYS AGO" is shite.
Though facebook chat is worse for me. I always get too shy to start up a conversation and when I finally click on the name: "So-and-so is offline." FML
The SWINGERS lounge in a booth against the cork-paneled wall,
sipping cocktails. They watch MARTY and ELAYNE, the resident
lounge act, perform a jazz fusion cover of "Staying Alive" on
synth and upright bass. The seventies are alive and well
here, but they're starting to yellow around the edges...
The room is busy, but not packed.
The swingers have all had a few.
I know what you're saying, man. I don't
know what to tell you...
... I mean, does it have to be "Goofy"?
I was playing Hamlet off-Broadway two
months ago, for crying out loud...
Trent and Sue are involved in a different conversation. They
are observing two HOT GIRLS at another cocktail table.
The girls are wearing short plaid skirts with black stockings
pulled up to midthigh. It's the "catholic-school-girl-gone-
The girls are a little too touchy-feely with each other,
suggesting a certain sexual open-mindedness.
Baby, I know it is. It's a black diamond
... double diamond...
... but it's worth the risk. True or
false: It's worth the risk.
As they get up to leave...
God bless you guys.
They cross to the ladies.
The girls seem at first cold, the receptive. Trent and Sue
join their table and share some laughs.
Mike half-heartedly looks on. He is obviously not happy with
where he stands on the bell-curve of masculinity.
Mike, looking for any kind of escape, crosses to the bar.
50 INT. BAR - DRESDEN ROOM - SAME 50
Mike unsuccessfully tries to catch the attention of the
middle aged BARTENDER.
I can't even get this guy to notice me...
A cute BLONDE sitting at the bar chuckles at his comment.
Mike is at first self-conscious, then pushes ahead.
You like laughing at the misery of
I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. Let me
make it up to you.
She raises her finger and the bartender immediately
What can I get you?
I'll have a Dewars on the rocks.
He goes to fix it.
I've seen you somewhere...Where have I
You ever go to the Kelbo's? On Pico?
... Monday nights? I host an open
You're a comedian?
What's that like?
(trying to bluff, not an ounce
Well, you know, it's tough. A lot of
traveling. A lot of hotels... but, you
know, it's a dream... and the money's
really good. I think I might buy another
really expensive imported car after my
next gig in Vegas...
I know! Starbucks! I served you an
espresso at Starbucks.
Are you sure? Maybe...
Yes! Remember? You asked me for an
application? I introduced you to the
(trying to pull out of the
Oh, yeah... Boy, that must've been a
I'd say about two weeks.
Probably a little longer than that, but,
(smiling at him)
You better pay the man.
Mike notices the bartender, who has been waiting patiently
with the drink.
(fumbling with the money)
She chuckles. He pays and throws down a two-dollar tip
Well, thank you...?
Thank you, Nikki.
He walks away kicking himself. He is interrupted by Trent
and Sue, who both hold up cocktail napkins with scribbles.
We got the digits, baby.
What a surprise.
What's wrong? I saw you talking to that
beautiful blonde baby.
She was cute.
She didn't like me... I made a fool of
Baby, don't talk that way, baby...
You are so money, and you don't even know
That's what I keep trying to tell him.
You're so money, you don't even know...
Please, don't mess with me right now...
We're not messing with you...
... we're not...
You're like this big beer with claws and
... and big fuckin' teeth...
... and teeth... And she's like this
little bunny cowering in the corner...
... And you're just looking at your claws
like "How do I kill this bunny?"...
...You're just poking at it...
... Yeah. You're just gently batting it
around... and the rabbit's all scared...
... and you got big claws and fangs...
... and fangs... and you're like "I don't
know what to do. How do I kill this
... you're like a big bear.
Beat. Mike smiles.
You're not just, like, fucking with me?
... you're money...
... you're so fuckin mmmoney.
Now go over there and get those digits.
(pulling him aside, dead
Now when you talk to her, I don't want
you to be the guy in the PG-13 movie that
everyone's pulling for. I want you to be
the guy in the rated R movie who you're
not sure if you like.
Mike nods and, energized by the bombardment, crosses back to
the bar and right into the fray.
Trent and Sue rejoin the other swingers.
Swinger's P.O.V. of Mike decisively engaging her in
Out comes the pen and the cocktail napkin. Bingo.
Mike crosses back to the swingers' table and, using his body
to shield Nikki's view, pretends to rip the napkin. This
breaks the guys up.
Mike sits down and, after admiring the blotchy numerals,
delicately folds the napkin and pockets it.
See, baby. It's not that hard.
Everyone reacts favorably to this area code.
How long do I wait to call?
... Tomorrow, then a day.
So, two days?
Yeah. I guess you could call it that.
Definitely. Two days. That's the
(to Sue. shop talk)
... I used to wait two days. Now
everyone waits two days. Three days is
kinda money now, don't you think?
... Yeah. But two's enough not to look
Yeah, but three days is kinda the
Why don't I just wait three weeks and
tell her I was cleaning out my wallet and
found her number...
... then ask where you met her...
Yeah, I'll tell her I don't remember and
then I'll ask what she looks like.
Then I'll ask if we fucked. How's that,
Tee? Is that "the money"?
The guys laugh.
Laugh all you want, but if you call to
soon you can scare off a nice baby who's
ready to party.
Don't listen to him. You call whenever
it feels right to you.
How long are you guys gonna wait to call
TRENT & SUE
Mike opens the door and flicks on the lights in his sparsely
He drops his keys on the table and makes a bee line to the
He pushes the button.
She didn't call.
Mike collapses into his futon and lights a smoke.
He pulls out the COCKTAIL NAPKIN. He stares at the number.
He looks at the clock. 2:20 AM.
He looks at the napkin.
He thinks better of it, and puts the napkin away.
He takes out the napkin and picks up the phone.
Don't do it, Mike.
It rings twice, then...
Hi. This is Nikki. Leave a message.
Hi, Nikki. This is Mike. I met you
tonight at the Dresden. I, uh, just
called to say I, uh, I'm really glad we
met and you should give me a call. So
call me tomorrow, or , like, in two days,
whatever. My number is 213-555-4679...
Mike hangs up.
He dials again.
Hi, Nikki. This is Mike, again. I just
called because it sounded like your
machine might've cut me off before I gave
you my number, and also to say sorry for
calling so late, but you were still there
when I left the Dresden, so I knew I'd
get your machine. Anyway, my number
Mike calls back right away.
213-555-4679. That's all. I just wanted
to leave my number. I don't want you to
think I'm weird, or desperate or
(he regrets saying it
... I mean, you know, we should just
hang out. That's it. No expectations.
Just, you know, hang out. Bye.
He hangs up.
Hi. This is Nikki. Leaves a message.
I just got out of a six-year
relationship. Okay? That should help to
explain why I'm acting so weird. It's
not you. It's me. I just wanted to say
This is Mike.
He dials again. There's no turning back.
Hi, Nikki. This is Mike again. Could you
just call me when you get in? I'll be up
for awhile, and I'd just rather talk to
you in person instead of trying to
squeeze it all...
He dials yet again.
Hi, Nikki. Mike. I don't think this is
working out. I think you're great, but
maybe we should just take some time off
from each other. It's not you, really.
It's me. It's only been six months...
(Live, in person. she picks
up the line)
Nikki! Great! Did you just walk in, or
were you listening all along?
Don't call me ever again.
Wow, I guess you were home...
She hung up on him.
He pulls the comforter off the futon and curls up in the
corner of the room.
she's as mentally retarded as the people on this forum, and not worth your time.
People reaching the smiley face drawn on their calendar with FACEBOOK TIME scrawled in sharpie need to consider their singleness, frankly.
I was expecting fitter tbf.