Romance

Can we begin?

Look at me, Paul.

Make yourself taller.

And be rejective, tense.

The Torero deals with death,

and fear... be rejective and tensed up.

Clara, lower your eyes,

be a bit more subservient...

Well, not too much.

A little bit subservient,

he is the man.

At "three" you look at me...

everything only happens in your eyes...

At "three" you stand on tiptoe

and focus on me.

Ready?

One...

two...

three.

Excellent.

Do you think, it doesn't matter to me?

Do you think, I like to see you

unhappy like that?

I told you,

it's always been like that.

With the others it lasted one week, then

for the next 6 months nothing happened.

Is that true?

With you it went well

for 3 months, at least.

We had it on our minds all the time.

Day and night.

Now you're exaggerating.

It never went throughout the whole night.

We did it at least two times

in a row.

I don't think so.

That's exactly the point.

Two times, I think that never happened.

Well anyways...

I can be unfaithful. You not.

You have no right to.

No stiff dick for me,

none for others.

Have you already betrayed me?

- No.

You're lucky, but I surely won't

become a nun because of you.

I haven't been unfaithful,

although I think I should have.

What's that supposed to mean?

Look into my eyes.

Have you betrayed me?

- In no way.

That only shows,

that I'm too stupid.

And that you probably don't deserve

my faithfulness.

Do you know, why you're drinking?

For you can drop into bed

like a piece of wood.

I believe, you only love me,

when there's a table between us.

Ever since we got to know each other,

we spent every evening together.

Every evening we have dinner together.

And I never get bored.

Exactly.

You only love me,

when there's a table between us.

Do you think it's normal:

Spending the nights with a guy,

who doesn't even touch me?!

You haven't since Aigues-Mortes!

We had that topic already. - You

swore, you'd do something about it.

Just wait.

- Till Judgment Day?

Just wait! And even if it takes

another 3 months, you wait!

There's more to life than this!

What are you doing?

Are you leaving?

No.

It can't be that bad, can it?

No, it's terrible.

An invisible cover made of lead

wraps around me.

As if I'd agreed to an unspoken

prohibition.

At least take off your t-shirt.

I don't want to sleep

next to a sack of cotton.

No, get undressed, come to bed.

Why don't you want to take it off?

You know, I can't bear it.

As if it were directed against me.

Okay, I'll take it off.

But not my underwear.

It keeps my balls warm.

It's nothing against you.

In the beginning I didn't think,

we'd spend every night together.

Now, we do.

It's also my fault.

I don't know,

I guess I said to myself...

You got other things on your mind,

than seeing me all the time.

I thought, we wouldn't meet a fortnight,

or a month at all, sometimes.

So that I could

slip away from time to time.

No.

No, not without hearing from you.

Not, when you're here

in Paris too.

See, you have no confidence.

Okay, I leave...

If you want me to, I leave.

You will never see me again.

Do you see what you're like?

It's impossible to have

a conversation with you.

Lie down.

Take this off.

I told you, it's nothing against you.

I've always slept that way.

It is directed against me.

It's because you hate me.

Stop it!

Didn't I tell you,

not to try it that way?

You simply spoil everything and

drag it out in the end.

You have a hard-on.

Stop it,

or we're through.

But you could now.

- I don't care, get it!?

Damn it, be nice once.

What hinders you?

If it didn't get hard,

I'd probably understand.

It seems you decided not to sleep

with me anymore, when I was about to...

I warn you, watch out!

I might get the idea of killing myself.

I've never done that for any guy.

I never touched theirs, do you hear me?

Never touched it like that!

Seems to be very important for you,

if you're insisting on it like that.

Even if you don't want to or cannot,

I just don't get why.

You could at least caress me.

If you don't feel desire,

you could at least try to quench mine!

Women can come much more

often than men, you know.

If I did that,

I'd despise you.

I couldn't love you anymore.

You'd despise me,

because I'm a woman.

You and loving me, you're joking!

I turn you off,

I'm a horror for you.

There's nothing more ugly than me.

Stop it.

Let's sleep.

Why am I only able to love him

or hate him?

Why can't I manage to

be just indifferent?

Even if my thinking is all clear.

A man, who can't love me physically,

is a source of misery.

A bottomless pit of suffering.

They say, a man,

who fucks a woman,

honors her.

One should listen to sayings,

there's always some truth to them.

Paul dishonors me.

Am I disturbing you?

On the contrary.

Have you come here to relax,

for the rest of the evening?

No, I come directly out of bed.

Or to be more precise,

I just got dressed up.

I couldn't bear to sleep,

so I got up again.

I don't care what time it is,

I'm never tired.

I loathe people,

who claim being tired, all the time.

Who talk nonsense all the time...

No?

Most probably, it's because

they're not passionate at all.

Say, do you live alone?

No, I'm married.

I told him, I was married.

So that he would know, I'm not free.

Because I am not free.

And he has to take the

responsibility for the adultery.

He's asleep right now.

He doesn't mind sleeping.

However, he's got to get up

early in the morning.

Tomorrow at noon, he has an

appointment in Deauville. Business.

And you? Do you have a girlfriend?

She died... in a car crash.

I haven't had sex in 4 months.

(Yeah, right Rocco!;) Liar!)

Maybe you men are all like that.

My husband is very nice,

but he's just as indifferent.

I like foreplay the most.

It's so delightful.

I simply have to give in then.

It amazes me every time.

And I watch myself doing it,

as if it wasn't me.

Frankly speaking, I could die of lust,

at the sheer thought of

this indescribable miracle,

happening again:

Being loved be a complete stranger.

It's a very childlike craving.

A pure craving.

Give me a blow-job.

No, not now.

This evening or maybe tomorrow.

Will you give me your number?

Don't you want to?

- Give head? Not really.

It not my specialty.

I don't like to start of

with a blow-job.

I prefer to give head, to start again,

if you know what I mean...

Going to the hotel... yes,

that's what I yearn for.

But I have to leave,

immediately.

Don't you want to go to a hotel?

- I do, but I work.

Besides, I have to take back the car.

It's not mine, you know.

Will you call me?

Sorry, for being late.

It's okay.

I already checked the attendance.

Okay...

Take out your grammar-notebooks

and write down todays date.

Well...

Last week we learned the

present indicative of the verb "be".

I am, you are, he is,

we are, you are, they are.

Today we'll continue with "have".

"Having" is completely different

from "being".

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