Elegy Page #3

Thank you.

Bye.

Bye.

Are you really going out with

your brother tonight?

David!

That was a joke.

Bye.

On the nights she isn't

with me I am deformed,

thinking of where she might be.

And all this because this girl

will tell me a thousand times

how much she adores me and means it.

This girl will never once tell

me she yearns for my cock.

How are you?

What are you doing here?

I was on my way to see a friend,

who lives near here.

How's things?

What's the matter?

- Did you came here to check on me?

- I told you.

I was down in the neighborhood

and I saw this place.

Do you want to ruin everything?

No.

So then you're going to have

to start trusting me.

I'll call you tomorrow.

No, I'll call you.

I never behaved like such an

idiot even when I was her age.

Good thing is, at least now,

it's finished, she won't want to

see me anymore. I understand her.

I mean, even I wouldn't want to

see me anymore if I was her.

Maybe it's just as well.

- Yes.

- Just as well.

Oh, my God.

Hello?

David, it's Consuela.

During the last two days

I've been thinking a bit about us.

Have you?

Yes.

And what were you thinking?

That it's all over.

What do you really want from me?

What do I really want from you?

You spend you whole life

going through relationships without

ever really bonding with anyone.

So, at least I would like to know,

who I am for you.

The fact that you're jealous and

possessive doesn't help me, at all.

Even little kids are jealous of their

toys until they get tired of them.

and want new ones. So...

is that how it's going

to be between us two?

Have you ever imagined...

a future with me?

A future with you scares me.

- It scares you?

- Yes.

Why?

Because, there's a 30 odd

year age difference

between you and me,

and you have your whole

life ahead of you.

It's just a matter of time

before you realise it too.

I didn't ask you what I was going to do,

I asked what you wanted to do with me.

When you make love to a woman you

get revenge for all the things

that defeated you in life.

I spent my whole life jumping

from one relationship to another,

because this made me believe that I was

never alone, and that time was not passing.

I've always surmised,

for example,

that D.H. Lawrence, when he was writing

"Lady Chatterley's Lover"...

"Who am I for you?",

she asked me one day.

I was to afraid to ask

who I was for her.

How long could it have lasted?

Surprise.

Yes. Let me... wow!

Thank God for Carolyn.

Carolyn is my only point of contact

with the self-confident man I used to be.

How was that play?

Which play?

The one you took George to.

Oh, unremarkable, just...

Here I go.

Oh, hit and run.

Just the way you like it.

Good thing I don't have pets.

Only you.

Which one was Carlos Alonzo?

- From high school.

- What was his thing?

What did he want you to do?

He liked...

to watch me menstruate.

What?

- He liked to watch me menstruate.

- I don't believe this.

The respectable Cuban-American girl

whose parents worship Ronald Reagan,

who enforce an 8 o'clock curfew on their

daughter, in summer time, no less,

there she is in high school,

aged 15...

I'm so sorry.

That makes all the difference.

- I think you're being ridiculous.

- How did you manage it?

David...

I'm really curious.

What do you do?

You find yourself having your period,

pick up a phone, you ask him to come over?

"Hey Carlos, I'm starting."

And then he appears,

all Cuban and "respectable",

And the pair of you retire to the

bathroom where you have the ceremony

of the pulling down of the tampon.

Yeah, it's just like you were there.

Just filling in...

the missing...

just filling in the blanks.

Which blanks?

Five. Now we're down to 3.

Because of the two guys who...

I have to go, sorry.

What is this?

- What?

- This.

You're f***ing other women.

I had two husbands who

f***ed other women.

I didn't like it then, I don't

like it now, least of all with you.

You have everything with me David.

Pure f***ing.

No hidden agendas,

No icky entanglements.

How could you do this?

There aren't many like me.

I actually understand you.

I am one in a million.

How could you possibly f***...?

I don't know whose that is.

Why don't you put it

on a bagel and eat it.

I have a pretty good idea.

I'm sure you do.

You know my friend

George O'Hearn, the poet?

George uses tampons?

Since when?

No, listen. George...

has the keys to this apartment.

He gives poetry readings, he meets girls.

He can't bring them home,

to his wife in New Rochelle.

And since he's always short on funds...

- And since some of them are married...

- George fucks all these women in your bed?

Not all, some.

He uses the bed in the guest room.

His marriage isn't paradise.

Probably a bit like mine and he

wasn't desperate enough to get out.

I don't believe a f***ing

word you're saying.

Everything in your life

is so meticulous.

- It's so orderly...

- I don't know whose tampon this is.

You have to believe me.

You're all I'm holding on to.

In this at least I was

telling the truth.

Of course the whole situation

was ridiculous.

Do I snore?

- Yes?

- It's worse.

What?

Well...

You drool.

Yes.

- You drool on...

- Not true!

You drool in your sleep.

Beautiful women are invisible.

Invisible?

What the hell does that mean?

Invisible.

They jump out at you. A beautiful

woman stands out... stands apart

- You can't miss her.

- But we never actually see the person.

We see the beautiful shell.

We're blocked by the beauty barrier.

Look at you.

What?

What did you say?

- You're deaf, Mr Kepesh.

- No. What?

Or maybe you do not want to hear.

Maybe that's the problem with you.

Yes. We're so dazzled by the outside,

we never make it inside.

Do you always work in black and white?

Mainly.

I like the theatricality.

Is that how you see the world?

In black and white?

No.

That distinction belongs to my son.

You always speak of him

with such bitterness.

In my family,

that would be so strange.

Take a look.

Beautiful picture.

Beautiful woman.

Look, my hands are huge.

I want you so much.

David...

Your fridge is empty.

If we are staying in,

we have to go shopping.

Excuse me, Professor,

but your Spanish is awful.

- Then teach me.

- Yeah, I'll teach you.

I'll teach you "maana".

- Isn't that your poet friend?

- Keep walking.

- That woman is not his wife?

- That's right.

- I find that disgusting.

- It isn't our business.

- And that's the end of it?

- Let's not discuss it here.

- Are you OK with that?

- With what?

For all you know he's just having

a cup of coffee with a friend.

You know,

you're jumping to conclusions.

David, being younger than you

doesn't make me a child.

In any event, it's not our business.

You keep saying that,

but what do you think about it?

What I think is...

that marriage...

is a problematic institution at best.

Which is why you married your wife.

Which is why I don't cheat on her.

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