Man: What can we say in forms of truth?
No, its not the way you say it.
Woman: I know its truth when your eyes are fixed.
Man: "You've got the black spot where it counts, right here"
(taps his chest)
Woman: No its not dead. Its just by now at this age, a female learns to think with her libido and fuck what her hearts says. The trauma of failure and the hope of a stranger downs her to bitter rings,
Man: I see....
So by now our pliant flings.. are piled into a script,
and thus we begin with our vices.
(They both look down at their empty Martini glasses)
Man:How's that working out for you?
(Woman waives down the waiter for another drink)
Woman: its not.