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was with a hooker.
How the f***
they gonna find that out?
I don't know.
It's not even like I have
a moral stance here.
- Forget I brought it up.
- That's not for me.
Forget it.
I gotta roll.
I gotta meet my mom uptown.
She's taking me shopping
at Bloomingdale's. Wanna come?
I gotta get back to work, buddy.
- I'll see you at rehearsal.
- Yeah. All right, man.
- Be good.
- Take it easy.
- See you at rehearsal.
- Check you later, man.
Excuse me.
- Would you like anything else?
- No, I'm all right.
- Just the check.
- Okay.
I was thinking that Gio was right
about what he had said.
Maybe I should get back out there
and start looking for a girl.
So when I thought that waitress
at the coffee shop-
She's gorgeous.
It was obvious to me she was
sending me those kinds of signals...
...so I thought I'd stop by after work
and see if I could chat her up.
Hey, how you doin'?
How's it goin'?
Good. Do I know you?
You don't remember? I was
in the coffee shop earlier today.
- That's right.
- Remember?
There was a moment there where you
were looking at me and smiling.
And I said, "Oh, boy!"
I thought I'd come by,
introduce myself.
- How you doin'?
- Hello. Ashley.
It seemed obvious to me that there
was something special between us.
Really? When was that?
While I was pouring you your coffee?
Right. There was then,
and there was one-
You were behind the counter,
and you smiled at me again.
If you're so into me, why did you
only leave me a 50-cent tip?
It doesn't make any sense.
I gotta tell you-
Let's be serious.
As much as I felt a connection,
I only had a couple cups of coffee.
I've gotta be honest with you.
You're really not doing a great job
at selling yourself.
Really.
Maybe it's hard to imagine,
but I'm a very nice guy.
I play guitar in a band.
So that explains the uniform, then?
This is for work.
I'm a doorman.
So where are you from?
You're not from New York, right?
- No, I'm from Iowa.
- Iowa? Okay.
I was in Atlanta once.
Yeah?
Iowa's not in the South.
You know that, right?
- I didn't know that.
- Now you know.
Listen.
I want to ask you out
on a date.
I want to go out on a date with you.
What do you say? Me and you.
I'm a nice guy.
'Cause if you say no,
I'm gonna be there every day...
...at that coffee shop
having breakfast...
...until you say yes to me.
- I'm flattered. I am.
- You are? I'm glad.
I'm flattered, but I'm seeing
somebody right now, so I can't.
Okay. That's a shame.
- Thank you, though.
- You're very beautiful.
- That's very sweet. Thank you.
- All right.
- I've gotta go. Bye.
- Take it easy.
You're very beautiful.
- Thank you.
- Okay.
I feel like a f***in' a**hole.
All right.
That's proof in itself.
I come off gay in this outfit.
My name is Ashley, and I'm 19.
I go to NYU.
What if my family sees this?
Can this tape get out at all?
So that was a lot of fun, huh?
Yeah, it was all right.
What do you mean, "all right"?
What is that?
It was fine, you know?
It was just sex.
What do you mean?
What are you talking about?
It wasn't just sex for me.
It seemed to me you were having
a pretty good time.
Really?
Is there something wrong?
Maybe it's just every time
we get together...
...it's always in some hotel room
and it's only for an hour.
Would you rather
not see me at all?
No, I'd rather see-
I'd rather you were a single guy
that could take me to movies...
...and to dinner...
...instead of some married man
who I have to have sex with...
...during his lunch breaks.
What would you rather have me do?
Would you rather I parade you around
the city so my wife can find out?
Would that make you happy?
Honestly? Yes.
It would, because I'm feeling
pretty damn cheap right now.
You knew what this was
when you entered into it.
You knew I was a married man
and did not want to get divorced.
That was the arrangement,
and you said okay.
If you want to put an end
to it now, fine, let's do it.
You're such an a**hole.
Why am I an a**hole?
Because I'm honest with you?
Because I'm trying
to help you here?
Besides, what would you
like me to tell my wife?
How 'bout the truth?
That might help, you know.
You've got some dumb young slut
who agrees to have sex with you...
...in hotel rooms
on your lunch break.
She's getting fed up, so you better
smarten up or you might lose her.
- You should tell your wife that.
- That's really nice.
- Are you done?
- No, I'm an idiot.
- Why are you an idiot?
- I'm so f***ing stupid.
I'm being kept by a married man
who can't get it up half the time.
- It happened once.
- Twice.
One and a half,
'cause remember, we finished.
Okay? What are you doing here?
What's going on?
Come on. What are you doing?
Are you gonna tell me you've never
had a good time with me over here?
You like this. So do I.
You like the clandestine nature
of it. You told me that.
You told me you liked
going to nice hotel rooms.
Come on.
I'd trade all that just to be able
to walk down the street with you...
...and hold your hand
just once in public.
Maybe that will happen sometime.
- That would be nice.
- Well?
Come on.
Griffin.
- Lance wants to see you.
- Okay, I'll be right there.
Now.
Okay. Rinse out for me.
Another late lunch?
Jealous?
- What's going on, Lance?
- Not much.
Just wanted to see how you were.
- Me? Regarding what?
- Just in general.
You seemed a little distracted
recently.
I wanted to make sure
everything was all right.
- I'm fine.
- Annie?
- She's fine.
- And the little girl?
- You know.
- Griff.
Why don't you get
a divorce already?
You're not being fair to Annie.
I told you,
I can't get a divorce again.
- Come on.
- Why not?
Because then I'd be
a two-time loser.
Come on, Lance.
If you knew how much money my first
wife took from me every month...
...it would break your heart.
I had to give up the town house.
I can't go through that again.
So you're telling me that you're
just resigned to the fact...
...that you're gonna stay married
to a woman you don't love...
...for the rest of your life?
I love Annie.
That's not what-
How many couples do you know
stay together for a long time...
...and they talk about passion,
the sex, the lust?
It doesn't happen.
After a while, people stay married
for other reasons.
They stay together for
companionship, stability, security.
I mean, that's what happens.
It's normal.
When you get up in the morning,
you look in the mirror...
...you like what you see?
Well, my name is Griffin Eretso.
I'm 39. I'm from the Bronx.
I've been married for six years.
You know,
You know, the little girl.
I really love her. I do.
She's great.
What am I gonna do?
I'm married.
I can't get another divorce.
I love spending time with her.
We have a great time together.
She's a great kid, but can I imagine
spending any real time with her?
I mean, maybe. I don't know.
I think that's why I like to
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