Matthew: Hey...got a second?
Ms. Noname: Who's asking?
Matthew: Hi. The name's Matthew. Forgive me if I seem a bit too forward, but I saw you from across the room and I absolutely had to come and say hello.
Ms. Noname: Is that so?
Matthew: Yes. Look, I'm not one for small talk, so I'm just gonna come out with it--can I take you to dinner?
Ms. Noname: Wow...you are forward. We just met, I don't know you, you don't know me--now how is a girl supposed to accept a date from someone she doesn't know?
Matthew: Well, last time I checked, dates were designed for that specific purpose...
Ms. Noname: What purpose is that?
Matthew: To get to know each other!
Ms. Noname: Oh...you wanna get to know me now?
Matthew: That's why I approached you.
Ms. Noname: Oh...I thought it was because of my stunningly good looks that you approached me.
Matthew: Well, to be completley honest, it wasn't. Actually, since we're on the subject and all, I decided that our first date--granted you say yes, of course--would be for dinner because I noticed your little belly down there.
Ms. Noname: (shocked) That's no way to speak to a woman!
Matthew: You're right, but if I started buttering you up with all that sweet talk, then I would come off as something that I don't want to come off as.
Ms. Noname: What's that?
Matthew: A pervert, a prick, whatever you wanna call it. I'm not one to sweet talk--I leave that for those guys who just wanna get in the girls' pants.
Ms. Noname: Oh, so you completely insult me?
Matthew: I didn't mean to insult you. Actually, it just goes to show that I'm interested in you for a lot more reasons that your physical appearance.
Ms. Noname: Ok, you're forgetting that we know nothing of each other. So far, I think you're an inconsiderate bastard who doesn't know how to talk to women. Furthermore, I think you're a little crazy for asking me out on a date so quickly without even attempting to win me over with your charm or good looks...God knows you're on a different level with your physical appearance.
Matthew: I'm sorry. If you wanna know the truth, I've never been one to swoon. In fact, I think it's because I don't know how. You're right--I don't look at all like Brad Pitt or Tom Cruise. Add on the fact that I have less charm than Steve Erckle, and you have a recipe for a loser. No, I'm not good at all in that department. That's why I'm so forward--quick request for a date, quick answer...obviously, you're not familiar with my strategy.
Ms. Noname: No, I'm not. And I'm sorry...you're not bad looking at all. It's just that I've never been approached the way you've approached me.
Matthew: No need to apologize. Can we start over?
Ms. Noname: Sure, why not?
Matthew: Hello there, Beautiful. How are you?
Ms. Noname: I'm great, thank you. And yourself?
Matthew: Well, I'm absolutely wonderful now.
Ms. Noname: Now?
Matthew: Sure.
Ms. Noname: Why only now?
Matthew: Well, because I'm speaking to the woman in my dreams...
Matthew: Yes. Look, I'm not one for small talk, so I'm just gonna come out with it--can I take you to dinner?
Ms. Noname: Wow...you are forward. We just met, I don't know you, you don't know me--now how is a girl supposed to accept a date from someone she doesn't know?
Matthew: Well, last time I checked, dates were designed for that specific purpose...
Ms. Noname: What purpose is that?
Matthew: To get to know each other!
Ms. Noname: Oh...you wanna get to know me now?
Matthew: That's why I approached you.
Ms. Noname: Oh...I thought it was because of my stunningly good looks that you approached me.
Matthew: Well, to be completley honest, it wasn't. Actually, since we're on the subject and all, I decided that our first date--granted you say yes, of course--would be for dinner because I noticed your little belly down there.
Ms. Noname: (shocked) That's no way to speak to a woman!
Matthew: You're right, but if I started buttering you up with all that sweet talk, then I would come off as something that I don't want to come off as.
Ms. Noname: What's that?
Matthew: A pervert, a prick, whatever you wanna call it. I'm not one to sweet talk--I leave that for those guys who just wanna get in the girls' pants.
Ms. Noname: Oh, so you completely insult me?
Matthew: I didn't mean to insult you. Actually, it just goes to show that I'm interested in you for a lot more reasons that your physical appearance.
Ms. Noname: Ok, you're forgetting that we know nothing of each other. So far, I think you're an inconsiderate bastard who doesn't know how to talk to women. Furthermore, I think you're a little crazy for asking me out on a date so quickly without even attempting to win me over with your charm or good looks...God knows you're on a different level with your physical appearance.
Matthew: I'm sorry. If you wanna know the truth, I've never been one to swoon. In fact, I think it's because I don't know how. You're right--I don't look at all like Brad Pitt or Tom Cruise. Add on the fact that I have less charm than Steve Erckle, and you have a recipe for a loser. No, I'm not good at all in that department. That's why I'm so forward--quick request for a date, quick answer...obviously, you're not familiar with my strategy.
Ms. Noname: No, I'm not. And I'm sorry...you're not bad looking at all. It's just that I've never been approached the way you've approached me.
Matthew: No need to apologize. Can we start over?
Ms. Noname: Sure, why not?
Matthew: Hello there, Beautiful. How are you?
Ms. Noname: I'm great, thank you. And yourself?
Matthew: Well, I'm absolutely wonderful now.
Ms. Noname: Now?
Matthew: Sure.
Ms. Noname: Why only now?
Matthew: Well, because I'm speaking to the woman in my dreams...
Ms. Noname: (a smile cracks on her face) For someone who doesn't sweet talk at all, you're a pretty fast learner.
Matthew: Well, you've gotta do what you've gotta do.
Ms. Noname: What does that mean? What do you have to do?
Matthew: Take you out to dinner, remember?
Ms. Noname: You just don't quit, do you?
Matthew: Oh no, my dear. Not when I know I've met the perfect woman for me.
Ms. Noname: You seem so sure that I'm the one you really, really want. How is that?
Matthew: Want the truth?
Ms. Noname: Of course. I expect nothing less.
Matthew: Ready?
Ms. Noname: Ready...
Matthew: I'm in love with you...
Matthew: Well, you've gotta do what you've gotta do.
Ms. Noname: What does that mean? What do you have to do?
Matthew: Take you out to dinner, remember?
Ms. Noname: You just don't quit, do you?
Matthew: Oh no, my dear. Not when I know I've met the perfect woman for me.
Ms. Noname: You seem so sure that I'm the one you really, really want. How is that?
Matthew: Want the truth?
Ms. Noname: Of course. I expect nothing less.
Matthew: Ready?
Ms. Noname: Ready...
Matthew: I'm in love with you...
