Setting: Outside a dive bar
The Players: Me- slightly buzzed on too many cosmos. The Man: A 28 year old rocker wanna be with his eyes glazed over with who knows what.
Man: You wanna smoke?
Me: Sure.
Man: You're a really classy lady. I like that. You don't meet many cool people like you in LA.
Me: Thanks.
Man: I kinda like you.
Me: You don't even know me!
Man: But I can tell. I can read people well and I know when I've found a nice classy lady.
Me: You really like the word classy don't you?
Man: I think it makes me look good.
Me: ?
Man: So... I like you. Do you wanna.... do you wanna see it?
Me: Huh?
Man: Do you wanna see it?
Me: What's it? And is it here?
Man: Well we could go around the corner and see it. You don't have to touch it or anything.
Me: (gets it.) OH. No thank you. I don't want to see it.
Man: Well I thought it was worth a try. Maybe I could get your number and you could see it another time.
Me: I'm sorry but I don't think I ever want to see it.
Man: Ok. Well let me get your number.
Me: I... I don't think you get it....
Man: No. I do. I'll walk you home then.
Me: !?!?!
