A (ironic): So how are the one night stands going?
B: What do you mean?
A: Your sex life! your ‘I want to fuck every night’? Are you feeling better now? How’s the mood?
B (irritated): Why are you lie that?
A: Well, I want to know is it working (insists). Who knows, maybe I wanna try it.
B: I know you don’t. And I don’t like where is this going. (leaves. A is feeling a bit guilty, goes to the house of B. B lets A in)
A: Okay, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad (ashamed).
B: But that’s what you did? What’s going on?
A: I just can’t deal with that – seeing you every night with a different girl. It’s not suppose to happen to you. You’re not like that. Something’s very wrong. You don’t deserve it. It makes me feel bad, you know?
B: Are you drunk?
A: Of course not!
B: How much did you drink?
A: 300 ml. of gin but that’s nothing.
B: damn, you’re drunk!
A: Am not! You know I need at least another 300 ml. to get drunk. Come on, I’m serious, listen…
B: Why do you think these things about me?
A: Because I care. I can’t stand seeing you with a different girl every night. And what’s the point huh? At the end you’re alone again. I’m scared of what you’re doing. It won’t bring you any good. You’re not looking for that in general. You know it, I know it (starts to cry)
B: You really are drunk!
A: Oh, what the hell, who cares if I’m drunk anyway! You know that I get emotional when I drink too much. But I mean what I said (still crying. B dries her eyes. A turns to the other side and continue talking). Look, I know you want to ease the pain for she has left you. We’ve all been in your situation. We’ve all managed somehow. But what you do – it’s an illusion. You will forget her for the night being with some girl but what about the morning and the rest? You don’t want to wake up near that girl, who is she, s stranger? You don’t like kissing her ‘cos you don’t know her, you will never like her ‘cos she’s not that special one you want, she’s just fucking nobody. And you’ve fucking fucked her. And even the sex was terrific, even if she’s gorgeous, no matter how many girls you’ve slept with, it’s an illusion. You will still suffer ‘cos it’s not her right. Damn, these tears again. And I can’t… no, I don’t want to imagine you with some girl. I mean… oh, shit (dries her eyes) I don’t know if I were you I’d go chase girls for sex. I mean – for me this is almost something sacred – to be with somebody. And if some girl breaks up with me I wouldn’t want somebody else, because, fuck, it’s her I want so bad, it’s driving me mad… And that’s why it makes me puke imagining you with all these unknown girls. How much of them till now – 30? you touch them, kiss them, sleep next to them all night, fuck them… They touch you, kiss you… my god! It’s disgusting! This is your body, it belongs to you only, this is your love – impossible but whatever. After those sex nights, when you meet someone new, what would be the difference to you? It will turn into a habit – the sex, with no feeling. Is that what you want? To touch your special one the same way you’ve touched the other girls! It makes me sad, you know, seeing you like that. I don’t think you’ll find peace that way. You won’t get over her in other girl’s bed. And sometimes I think so much about this, it makes me cry… And you’re beautiful damn it!… I’m surely drunk… Whatever. Yes, you’re beautiful and amazing. You deserve to be happy. You have to be happy, otherwise not possible. Just don’t ruin it all. And you could hurt some girl you know? What if someone really liked you and wanted to be with you? Have you thought about it? I want you to be happy. And you’re so sad! You’re such a beautiful person (looks at B, she’s crying).