INT, INTOWN RESTAURANT, NOON
PHYLLIS, a thirty-something single, sits with her best friend JANEEN eating and dishing.
So I order a martini last night and spot this guy on the other side of the bar…
JANEEN waves for the waiter, who passes them by, and PHYLLIS looks at his behind, grins and raises eyebrows.
…he’s the right age, got curly dark hair, no facial hair and a nice build, so I stroll over to give him a better look.
Of course of me! The place was dark, and I was wearing black. How else is he gonna see the curves?
JANEEN shrugs and stabs the last bits of her salad.
So I slink over holding my cocktail like a prize and position myself in his sight line, only he’s looking down at his smartphone.
Dumbphone…another dumbass hiding behind social media while in front of a possible relationship. It’s like face time doesn’t exist—
—except in cyber space!
PHYLLIS aggressively flags down the waiter for the check.
So through the whole time I sip, he never raises his head. And I’m getting irritated, thinking he’s probably sexting, and if I only had his number, I could text him something like ‘Look up and catch my smile,’ then I’m drinking more and getting pissed, ya know, like ‘why bother coming out to meet people if you will never make eye contact?’
JANEEN nods and laughs.
And then it gets worse when I’m done with my drink and over this one-way stare-fest while he smiles and laughs at his phone, and I realize this stupid bar that’s a WiFi HotSpot doesn’t let me text the waitress to bring me another lemon drop!
Ugh, more insulting than getting broken up with by having your boyfriend change his relationship status to ‘single’ on Facebook.
The women simultaneously pull wallets from purses.
I had to go home!
PHYLLIS drops her gaze from her friend’s face to –
JANEEN’s hand wrapped around wallet with acrylic nails and a three-carat solitaire wedding set.
MEDIUM SHOT of PHYLLIS putting her wallet away as the waiter sits the check on the table.
I think it’s your turn to pay.
JANEEN takes the check, reads the total, then looks up at her friend.
Then how ‘bout the next time you’re angry, you just text me?
PHYLLIS’ eyes narrow, then widen as she smiles.
PHYLLIS reaches for the bill and JANEEN pulls it away, then with her free hand, takes PHYLLIS’ hand. They laugh.
Always fun to be with you!
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