Missed Connections Page #5

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So, what's your story?

My story?

I don't have one.

Liar.

Everyone's got a story.

I told you mine.

Yeah, that was stupid,

now you have no leverage.

You're not telling me cause it's good.

I like to keep a little mystery.

Why, are you a ghost?

You are, oh it makes so much sense.

You're a French actress

from the 1920's who was killed

before she was able to find true love.

You're allowed to manifest yourself

and help others find their soul mates,

but, if the secret comes out,

then the spell will be broken.

Don't say anything,

but if I guessed right,

blink three times.

Ouch!

Not a ghost.

Zombie?

I dated this guy for

a few weeks in college,

sounds lame, but he was smooth.

He would meet me in the morning

with waffles or crepes,

roast or pasta for dinner.

So food does it for you?

Yeah, maybe.

He called me a few

months after graduation,

and wanted to be with me.

I had finished my dissertation

and got the feeling that this

is where I'm supposed to be.

But when I got here, he got cold feet.

So I got a job and an apartment,

and now I guess

I'm waiting for him to move in.

And you're still here,

that's really impressive.

Thank you.

I better not read that

somewhere in some book.

I make no promises.

Do you hear music?

No.

Me neither.

That was pretty random.

Hang on a second.

May I have this dance?

Ok, I admit you're pulling this off.

You bring out the best in me.

Why did you come out with me tonight?

You seemed so sure I was supposed to.

Hello.

Hey babe it's me?

Oh, hi.

I told her.

It was terrible.

I've never done anything so hard.

I bet.

I know it's late, but

I sure could use your help.

Where are you?

Don't' do anything until

I get back. Ok sweetie?

See you soon.

I kinda, gotta get home.

Sure,

I'm going to murder you.

Uh.. Hello

Seriously, I will stab you in the back.

She waited for three hours.

You should have called

if you were going to stand her up.

Whoa, Whoa, what are you talking about?

George tried to cover for you.

He told me you showed up

at the shop with someone.

Did you think

I wouldn't talk to Melissa?

She just called crying.

For that....

Are you sure I didn't show?

You're kidding right?

I don't....

Wow...

I got to go.

If you hang up on me....

Hold on.

Trent!

Tadda,

I know you like red velvet.

I don't know what to say.

I know what you're thinking.

I'll get the ice cream.

Trent... We need to talk.

Ok, no ice cream.

I swear I got an entire gallon.

Forget the ice cream.

Focus.

Alright.

Trent.

So many things I want to say.

And I want to hear them all.

I really doubt that.

No, I really do.

I'm sorry I put you through a lot.

I was wandering all over,

and I was thinking.

And finally I just yelled

for some sort of sign.

And then two seconds later guess what.

This guy walks in on a horrible date.

And it hits me.

I am the luckiest guy.

And I headed straight over to Becca's

and told her that I couldn't

move in with her.

And it felt good!

Didn't even phase me

when she started crying.

- Trent.

- Listen.

I don't need the songs,

or the compliments, or the kiss-grams.

I just need you.

I can't think of anyone

I'd rather be with.

Can you?

Where did you get this jacket?

I think it's one of yours.

Hi.

Wow, weird babe, this is the guy.

Hi.

Come on in.

You don't mind, do you babe?

Oh come on.

We have cake.

I like cake.

I'm Trent.

Marc.

This looks good.

Are you moving?

In here with this lucky lady.

So, how did the rest of your date go?

Unbelievable.

Out of nowhere,

she starts yelling in a foreign accent

at these people in the park.

Oh, sounds crazy.

She was probably just nervous.

Maybe she hadn't been

on a date in a while.

Oh you totally had to be there.

This one guy got so mad,

he tackled me to the ground.

What?

Yeah, and to top it all off, she

stole from this sweet old man.

Sounds like datezilla.

She was stubborn, frustrating,

and full blown crazy.

And I loved every minute of it.

I wish I'd told her that

before I dropped her off.

This guy is awesome.

You know what.

We should go on a double date together.

That would be interesting.

Hey babe, you mind if I get my jacket?

I'm going to run and get some ice cream.

Right now?

Yes please, it's cold.

Oh...

I will be right back.

What?

Nothing, it looks good on you.

Meh...

Hey.

I am not jealous.

You're jealous, one night

and you're jealous.

I am not jealous.

Trent you're back early.

Trent!

You think I'm stupid?

That you could laugh

in my face behind my back?

How long have you been seeing this guy?

I met him tonight.

I can't believe you're with this guy.

I'm not with her.

I've never been with her.

I mean tonight we almost....

What are you doing?

Nothing happened, calm down.

Don't tell me to calm down.

You have to choose right now, him or me.

Oh ok, you got a day,

but sure let me think...

You.

What?

Are you kidding me?

- But I thought we...

- Look you're a great guy,

and I had fun tonight, now excluded,

but I'm not one of

the girls in your stories.

No you're better.

I couldn't write someone

like you, no one could.

Writers are always imagining

women worth fighting for.

I always wanted to be the kind of guy

that did heroic things

for the woman he loved.

I thought I was, but I screwed up.

I was so busy trying to be that guy,

that I forgot to look

for what I wanted in a girl.

And you think I'm what you want?

I know you are.

You're adventurous,

and brave, and so, so clever.

You are the kind of girl

that would cross oceans.

You're the kind of the girl

that would fight wars.

You are the Odysseus of women.

And I want to be your... your...

Helen of Troy?

No, that's what I was thinking,

but... no.

Your...

Achilles?

No.

I want to be your guy!

Ok, what's my name?

We spent the evening together,

and apparently

I'm the girl of your dreams.

So what's my name?

Um....

Oo, oo, oo.

I know you know.

I think you should go.

You were taking your time,

and he showed up and

was like "My car's this way",

and I really don't know why

I got into the car

when he could have been a serial killer.

It's ok.

Today has been the weirdest day.

I know.

It's been a long day

and you don't have to explain.

It's important

that you're here with me now.

I want you to know.

That you are completely forgiven.

Am I?

Of course you are.

But you are going to have

to work to build back my trust.

Trent, do you know how long

I've been waiting for you?

Seven, eight hours?

No, seven months.

I chose you that long ago, and

I've been waiting since then.

So please tell me,

are you moving in with me?

Sure.

I'll go get the car.

What?

No.

You're not moving in.

What?

You're not wasting anymore of my time.

Look, I don't know what just happened.

I know, goodbye.

Wait, you chose me.

Well, I un-choose you.

Jessie, wait, let's talk about this.

I'm sorry for whatever.

What am I supposed to do,

live with Becca?

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