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I mean, you're lucky you found out now instead of throwing away months on the jerk.

But I thought we had a great time.

Well, maybe something happened.

Maybe somebody died.

Maybe he's lying in the hospital *********** or something.

Or maybe he'll call.

Yeah, maybe he will.

Hi, Beth.

This is Roger.

Remember me?

Should I?

We met at the marina bar a couple of weeks ago.

Right.

You're the little guy with the beard.

No, I'm the one who said you had dangerous eyes.

Oh, that one.

Yes, I remember you.

You were going to call me in a day or two?

I'm sorry.

I got cold feet.

Cold feet?

Why?

I was afraid you really didn't like me.

Why would you think that?

Because you're so beautiful.

You could have any guy you want.

Why would you want me?

Want you?

I don't even know you.

That's what dating's all about.

Getting to know someone.

I can't get you out of my mind.

I thought about you too, Roger.

Once or twice.

I keep remembering your dangerous eyes.

And your mouth.

That sensuous mouth.

You were drinking margaritas and had salt on your lips.

I wanted to lick it off.

You did lick it off.

I know.

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