This amazing thing happened to me tonight: I met this guy, a friend of a bosses's buddy from that time with the thing... and he was totally lovely and thought I was funny and enchanting and told me I should write. Comedy. Yea. What?
This gent, this guy who has gone and lived, is the lover of an actor, is a hair older than my parents, is advising me to do some writing samples for an existing sitcom.
We're all standing around a barbeque pit and speaking extempore about ourselves and I'm playing the part of the funny interesting girl who smiles and talks a lot. I find a rhythm. The plays I make are quick and quippy, but I keep it complimentary and I keep myself open. And somehow, for just a moment, I'm charming everyone.
Keeping that in mind I'm just going to riff for a while...
A: (to his best friend who has just physically fallen down after totally underwhelming the woman he was chatting up) So you're having an off night, yea?
B: The thing you have to know about me is, I'm charming. Goofy is charming, awkward is charming. I'm a charming guy. I've got her exactly where I need her to be.
A: and where's that...? the buffet table between the Alaskan crab puffs and the guy who looks like the President of the Handsome Men Society?
B: This is why I hated you when we were kids.
A: You didn't hate me, I hated you, Skippy McFalldown. Come on, I'll buy ya a beer.
Rough, right? Needs editting. " guy who looks like the President of the Handsome Men Society?" needs to be shorter. But, it was fun and it took me a few minutes to do. I might could do this, for no other reason than to keep the synapses firing. who knows?
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