[A bar. Two women are sitting at a table. One is 20 and pretty. The other is 40 and wearing too much makeup to hide the fact that she used to be pretty.]
Younger Woman:
It was raining when I met him.
Older Woman:
It was July.
Younger Woman:
He was in the middle of the plaza off of Delaware Avenue. The rain was coming down in buckets, but he had taken off his coat and was splashing and prancing through the puddles just like in that movie… you know the one.
Older Woman:
He hit on me in a Laundromat. [She lights a cigarette.]
Younger Woman:
[Laughs] He couldn’t dance a lick.
Older Woman:
All of his clothes turned pink. I should have taken it as a sign.
Younger Woman:
You should have seen him – gangly arms flailing everywhere. It was ridiculous. And I joined him. Dancing in the plaza in the rain.
Older Woman:
He took me to a bar.
Younger Woman:
We went to a bar.
Older Woman:
I remember there was a band, but he wouldn’t dance.
[They sip their drinks.]
Younger Woman:
He was tall.
Older Woman:
He was short. [She takes a long drink.]
Younger Woman:
His eyes were the colour of the sea.
Older Woman:
[Finishes her drink] And balding.
Younger Woman:
And every time he smiled, my heart stopped.
Older Woman:
He kept trying to swoop over what hair he had left to hide it.
Younger Woman:
He invited me to his place.
Older Woman:
That little patch on the side of his head must have gone down to his shoulders.
Younger Woman:
The sex was good.
Older Woman:
God, the sex was good.
Younger Woman:
Afterwards, he sang to me.
Older Woman:
It was over after a week. It just took six years to realize it.
Younger Woman:
At that moment, I knew we’d be together for the rest of our lives.
Both:
Love.
[They clink their glasses together and take a drink.]