Scene:
Want-to-be jazz bar. Packed. Noisy. Shite music. Girl is pacing down the length of the bar, looking for spare seats, vulture-like, clinging desperately to her rusty nail, and taking large gulps. Boy is leaning against booth, casually listening to the band, sipping beer.
Girl: (yelling) Is this seat taken?
Boy: Yes, I think it is...(moderately lecherous look) Are you from Brisbane?
Girl: Errr...yes?
Boy: ......*Small talk*
Girl: .......*More small talk*
(laughing)
(banter)
Boy: So, do you have a boyfriend?
Girl: No. But I’m in love with someone who doesn’t love me, which makes me even more unavailable to you, if that’s where you were going with that.
(short silence - Boy looks momentarily confused)
Boy: (laughing) Oh, I’m sure that’s not true...?
Girl: (defensively) What the hell would you know? I mean, you don’t even know me! For all you know I am totally unstable and screwed up!
(long silence - both parties stare at the ground)
Boy: Ok then, well you have a good night.
What chance of happiness do I have when my personality is working so forcefully against me?