Think Like A Man Page #6

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and get right to dessert.

That's where it started,

- you know?

- Really?

This is a great choice.

Thank you. Thank you.

So, Lauren, tell me more about yourself.

What do you do?

I'm in management.

For a media company. Yeah.

But I don't wanna talk about me, my work.

Long week.

So, tell me about you. What do you do?

I'm a chef.

Really? Where?

Well, I'm actually

deciding between two different offers.

That good, huh?

Yeah. But I don't wanna...

I kinda don't want to jinx it, you know?

No, I get it. No, don't, you shouldn't.

Okay, you know what?

Let's not even talk about work anymore.

Yeah, let's not.

So, what are your views on relationships?

Or your long-term goals. Either one.

To be honest, I really want to open

my own restaurant one day.

Sorry, that's work.

No, that's a dream.

We can talk about dreams. Dreams are good.

It's nice to hear a woman actually say that.

I just believe you can make

any dream come true

if you're willing

to work hard enough to get it.

I couldn't agree with you more.

- Cheers.

- Salud.

Remember when we were in college

and we used to get

so high and talk for hours?

Yeah.

Like about our dreams,

and like our plans and our goals.

And time travel.

Like, what do you think about

the future, Jeremy?

I don't think we'll be riding around

in hovercrafts or anything, but droids.

Definitely droids. There better be droids.

No, I mean, like your future, Jeremy.

What are your long-term goals, Jeremy?

Who are you, Oprah?

You're funny.

I just have this amazing idea

of a rocker, chic kinda look,

so, it's really exciting.

- No, that is exciting.

- Yeah.

Yeah.

So,

what are some of your long-term goals?

Kind of a fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants

kinda guy, you know?

Oh, okay.

That's cool.

Oh, turn that up. Turn that up, turn that up.

That is my... Yeah.

- You know these guys?

- Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

My band opened for them once.

You have a band?

Had.

Had a record deal for a second.

Let me hear your CD. Come on!

What makes you think that I have a CD?

I don't know anybody who's been

in an R&B band

who doesn't have their own CD in their car.

Wow, I feel so unique right now, it's crazy.

- That's why you're reaching for it.

- Yeah.

Let me see it.

Wow!

That is crazy.

Hey, at least I didn't have a Jheri curl.

What?

Play me your favorite track.

Wow.

Please say a command.

CD. Play track

seven.

Playing track seven.

Last night I had a dream about a dream

About you

You wrote this?

Now every time I think it seems to be

About you

This is beautiful.

One minute I was over love

A second later I was a part of us

Who was she?

Who?

The girl who broke your heart.

What makes you think a girl broke my heart?

Track seven.

I left that all on the track.

Last night I had a dream about a dream

About...

Oh, my God.

- Okay. Okay, wait, wait, wait.

- What's wrong, what's wrong?

It's just... I don't do this on the first date.

Okay, I understand.

I'm a Christian, too.

I respect that, you know, and...

I had a really wonderful time.

Me, too.

Well, thanks.

There. I accomplished it.

Accomplished what?

My real short-term goal.

You dog.

So, listen.

I've been thinking about this all night.

I want you to meet my mother.

Really?

It would really mean a lot to me.

Well,

I'd like you to meet my son.

I would love that.

Just name the time and place...

Hi, I'm Duke. Did you touch my momma?

Whoa, no.

It was PG, little homie, not even PG-13.

Sure. You like video games?

Have you ever played Street Racer Three?

- No.

- Then you haven't lived, my man!

You have a good night, all right, Candace?

Good night. Thank you.

- It's nice to meet you, Duke. Make sure...

- Nice to meet you, too.

I really had a nice time tonight.

I had a really good time, too.

Okay, okay, okay.

This is officially good night.

Okay, you know what?

I could use a nightcap.

- A nightcap.

- Yeah.

Yeah. There's this really nice bar

around the corner.

- You should have fun.

- What... So it's like that?

You have no idea.

So, how long are we talking

before I get invited up?

Five dates.

For a nightcap.

Good night.

This b*tch is crazy.

Morning, beautiful.

Hi.

Thanks.

I made you breakfast.

Seriously?

Yeah.

- From my kitchen?

- Let me take that.

It's a simple eggs Florentine,

but with a twist,

because I used the ingredients

from your Thai takeouts.

- Simple? This looks amazing.

- Well, let me know what you think.

This is so good.

Yeah? Well, I love a woman who can eat.

And I love a man who can cook.

Maybe you'll let me do it again

for you sometime.

Juice, please?

A little spicy?

Thanks.

Who's that?

That's my best friend, Candace.

- Okay.

- And my godson, Duke.

You know, you're not exactly what I picture

when I hear the word "godmother."

Thank God for that.

You let yourself in again, huh?

I didn't expect you to be here.

I figured you'd be tiptoeing around her place.

Well, first of all, I live here, not you,

and second, she has this five-date rule

before I get invited up.

Can you believe that?

I'm the Negro Gigolo, the original Nigolo.

Five dates? What, is she some type

of Farrakhan Muslim or something?

She's a diva.

She literally refuses to walk through

a door unless I open it for her.

Gail used to do that.

Gail used to get on my nerves with that.

"Get the door for me. How am I walk in

and you ain't open the door?"

"My hands hurt.

You better open that goddamn door!"

- That's why I'm gonna end it right now.

- Yeah, you need to.

'Cause you don't need her.

You got me, and what we got is special.

Open her door.

It's 2012. Come around and open my door.

I don't know, Sonia,

I just felt like a different woman.

I felt so in control and strong, and...

What about him?

Well, I think...

It's him.

"Are you available for dinner

tomorrow night?"

Well, are you?

Well, I do believe that I am.

But I do not go out with guys

who ask me via text.

I don't go out with guys via txt!

She trippin'.

You know, Gail always suggested them

egg whites, she said they was better for you.

Hey, can you put a shirt on

while you cooking, man?

Look at these hours.

What you come in here glowing

for like you're pregnant?

My boys.

Hey, you got some. Oh! On the first date?

- Homie scored.

- Yeah, I did.

And I'm totally screwed.

We never once talked about my job.

- You really like him.

- I really do.

I don't even know how much he makes.

And you know what? I don't care!

I believe in his dreams.

She thinks I'm a chef on the rise.

With a cold-ass Benz.

And a sexy limo driver.

I looked good last night,

I had the hat cocked to the side.

Guys, she's going to run

when I tell her the truth.

Whatever you do, you don't tell her the truth.

- Thank you.

- You delay.

Hell, I wouldn't tell her

until she was in her third trimester.

- Yeah, I can't do that.

- Dom, I know you, okay?

And you're trying to grow a conscience here.

Trust me on this one.

Honesty is overrated, man.

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