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Meticulous handwriting.

Nice. Elegant, but a little intimidating.

Dear Red Shoes, there's something about your ad that compelled me to write.

It struck me as sincere and very fat.

Yeah.

Friday, March 13th.

You might know it.

Every Friday the 13th changes my life for better or for worse.

Usually for worse.

It had been the day from hell.

Of course, my car wouldn't start.

The Dow fell 63 points. Then somebody stole my jacket and rescued me.

He said he'd get in out of the rain.

Him say he'll take you anywhere you want to go.

Taxi! I'm sure he will.

Really, it's no problem.

I know what it's like trying to hail a cab in the rain.

Happened to me in New York. I got a terrible flu.

You don't want that.

I'm going to count to three.

What's the rain today, was it? Oh, this is the rain, white chocolate.

This is thick with sunshine, yeah.

Thanks. Very nice of you.

You look desperate.

I was.

Look at you, you're shivery.

I'm fine.

I'll tell you what, uh, will you try the heater, please?

The heater, I see them folks down, but we're thinking you might want to hit

this here, help keep us up here at Walmart.

Thanks a lot.

I'll tell you what. Here, put on my jacket.

No, really, I'm fine. Come on.

I'm fine. You don't look fine, I'll tell you.

Deep and chattering. You're about an inch away from getting really sick.

You sound like a mother.

I do?

Yeah. Thank you.

Not a compliment. Look, I'll get your jacket all wet. You know, if I were you,

I'd take off my blouse.

Seriously.

Or else you're going to be warm on the outside and cold on the inside.

I'm telling you true.

Me neither.

Yeah. Sure.

Yeah. Well... Ah, what the hell.

Eyes on the road, my man.

There you go.

Feel better?

Much better.

You put henna on your hair, and that's your natural color.

It's really pretty.

What are you, a hairdresser?

Do I look like a hairdresser?

No. As long as you're not a doctor.

What? What does it matter?

What does it matter?

The kind of car you drive, where you live, the bank account.

It all matters.

pizza. Not love.

Anybody excited?

Hmm? Great, great, great.

Oh, the rain's, uh, looks like a tear.

Speed mark.

Your jacket.

Please keep it.

I'll drop it off.

It could come up.

I'll messenger it over to you.

My housekeeper always leaves a nice pot of vegetable soup.

It's always too much for one.

I can't.

Vegetable parley.

I'm late.

Or the dash of nutmeg.

I really can't.

I think you can.

Come on now, what's you two white people gonna do?

Look here, white chocolate, go up and try some of the man's homemade soup.

What's wrong with you?

Okay. A cup.

Just a cup.

Just a cup.

There you go, Mom.

How much do I owe you?

You owe me plenty because I got off the cab.

$39.95.

Thank you much. God bless you. One love.

I don't know what it was that made me decide to go with him.

Maybe it was his brown eyes.

Maybe it was the joint the cab driver was smoking.

Or maybe I'd just been alone too long.

When you're single in your early 30s, when your heart's been broken one too

many times, you become cautious.

And you begin to let your ambitions and your work take over.

And you like it that way.

It's safer that way.

Lonely sometimes.

But safe.

Let me take the bag.

There you go.

It's a wet thing.

Make yourself at home.

This is great.

Did you design it?

No.

Okay, so if you're not an architect, you...

Must be a painter.

A designer.

Nope.

You know, I hope you like parsnips, because Maria, my housekeeper, grows

them in her backyard.

So, um, you're not going to tell me what you did, right?

Nope.

Right. I mean, you're right.

After all, all that matters is really great pizza.

Maybe this isn't such a hot idea.

I think I should go.

We can get together for a drink sometime.

Someplace. What for?

Well, I don't know. I mean, isn't that what we're supposed to do? I mean, go to

a movie and then have dinner and get to know each other, kind of?

We have dinner.

We can watch a movie if you like.

I have some cassettes I think you'd really like.

That's not what I mean.

Say what you mean.

I really don't know what I'm doing here.

You're here because you're cold.

And because you're hungry.

And because you're wearing my jacket.

And because something happened in that cab.

I think you're not ready to let go.

I bet everyone in your office thinks you make love whenever you want.

Because they only see your beauty.

And never your sadness.

Or your fear.

What do you think I'm afraid of?

I think you're afraid that I'm talking you into doing something.

That you are.

I said stop.

You want me to stop?

What's a girl supposed to do when she falls in love with

you?

What's a girl supposed to do when she falls in

love? Touch the heart.

Touch the heart.

Touch the heart.

Mr. Hart, it's the only part that matters.

All right, Genicon.

What's a girl supposed to do?

When she falls in love with you What's a girl supposed

to do When she falls in love That's the heart

That's the heart

Tuesday.

For the first time in my adult life, I'd found someone who wanted the same thing

as me.

Tuesdays and Thursdays. The perfect solution for the single working woman.

No commitment, no expectations, no lies, no names.

Anonymous.

Monogamous.

Hello? The safest sex going.

Anybody home?

I hope you like pearls.

Because I sure do.

They're beautiful.

They're amazing.

Fucking amazing.

Every breath.

Every minute. Every second.

It's got to be special.

I don't care who you are.

Or where you're from.

Whether you're Democrat or an aristocrat,

a bureaucrat, when you're here,

nothing else matters but you and me

and what we see and

smell.

And feel.

Never what we say.

Nothing stays the same.

My friends told me I was nuts.

That I'd never be able to keep my objectivity.

To separate the act of love from the emotion of love.

But I knew I could handle it.

I took off from work early.

It was my turn.

So?

How long have you been planning to do this?

Since June.

Been playing that a hundred times, haven't you?

Thousands.

So why now?

Give me your pain.

Give me your love.

I am everything you're dreaming of.

Give me your pain.

Give me your love.

Give me your pain.

Give me your love.

I am everything. Give me your pain.

Give me your love.

I am everything.

Give me your pain.

Did he put the letters by the champagne to tempt me?

Or did they just happen to be there?

I knew the rules.

But I just couldn't help myself.

I needed to know more.

I broke the rules.

I understand.

I feel the same way.

A deal's a deal, right?

All that matters is great people.

You know you're only being a prick.

There's a certain code of conduct on here that...

Makes me feel like...

We'd gone right up to the edge and almost lost it.

Hello? Mom?

Yes, I'm still here.

Are they sure it's him?

When he was born, my parents gave him a gift.

They gave him a gift.

They gave him a gift.

And I'll be here.

As long as you need me.

That night we told each other everything.

He opened up and so did I.

I went back east for the funeral.

When I came back...

He was gone.

I had gone to him with my grief and he comforted me.

We stepped over the line.

We broke the rules.

For the next three months, I buried myself in my work, hoping to forget him,

but praying that I'd see him again, that fate would deal me a second

hand.

The truth is, with Michael, I finally realized I

was ready to accept the compromises of a relationship,

face the dangers.

The pain.

Then one day, out of the blue, just when I'd given up hope,

he called me at work.

He said he wanted to start up again exactly where we'd left off.

Only this time with no limit.

No rule.

The next move was mine.

Boy, have I missed you.

You go to bed with a stranger and they can still be a stranger.

But you go to bed with them again, they stop being a stranger.

That's what happened to your mama.

She was so sure she could keep her mind separate from her heart. But what she

found out is the same thing they found out.

There's no escaping the emotion.

There's no such thing as safe sex.

I hope it worked.