Scenario: Bryan and Marissa are at the local FBI hangout having drinks after work.
Let's listen in on their conversation
Marissa: It's official. I'm am destined to be single for the rest of my life.
Bryan: And that's a bad thing?
Marissa: It is when you have a mother like mine who keeps calling every couple of weeks to find out if I've found a man who could tolerate my career. Secretly I think she's still hoping that Michael and I get back together.
Bryan: The Special Ops guy?
Marissa: Yeah.
Bryan: Hmmmm *raises hand to bartender* Can I get another scotch on the rocks?
Marissa: What if he was the one Anderson? What if I fucked up the destiny of my life by not marrying him? What if he was my last chance? I'm going to be thirty-three in a few months. My eggs are not going to hold out much longer?
Bryan: Your eggs? You're looking kind of crazy there Carter. Maybe you need another drink. Get a stronger one too.
Marissa: I'm not drinking. After I made a fool of myself with Santoni I've given up the joy juice. I'm sticking to this Pepsi.
Bryan: Given up drinking? You need to rethink that option. Either that or start finding a good shrink from now. In our line of work one of the requirements is alcohol. It blurs the lines of the harsh, and sometimes gruesome, reality we're faced with.
Marissa: I'll survive. Once I don't give up drinking coffee I'll be good.
Bryan: *shrugs*
Marissa: Maybe I should just have more sex.
Bryan: Call Santoni. I'm sure he can hook you up. It won't be a hardship on him.
Marissa: *narrows eyes* No! He's the last person I want in my vagina.
Bryan: I don't think your vagina would mind. That's your problem, you think too much. Just go with the flow It will be a win-win situation. It's not because he's with that chick from Admin is it? From what I hear it's just a casual thing with them.
Marissa: I don't care what's going on between them. Okay...maybe a little. But I want more than he's willing to give. I'm not into casual sex.
Bryan: Okay wait. You're not into a committed relationship, but yet still you don't want casual sex. That's kinda contradictory don't you think?
Marissa: I have standards Anderson. I can't just be out giving pussy away. I have my good girl reputation to protect. And I refuse to have a fuck buddy..."
Bryan: *mutters* Damn. There goes my chances.
Marissa: *hits Bryan on shoulder* Watch it. Partner or not I won't hesitate to kick your ass. Plus, after hearing your dating adventures I'm surprised one of those women haven't beaten you up yet or run you over with her car.
Bryan: Not my fault there's not enough of me to go around. Plus they know the deal when they agreed to sleep with me. I love women, and I refuse to settle down with just one. Funny enough it's the "good girls" like you who turn out to be the craziest ones. Why is that?
Marissa: Gee, do you think it's because they thought you were a nice decent guy and not a man-whore?
Bryan: Man-whore? *laughs* Where do you come up with these terms? Man-whore. I kinda like it *grins*
Marissa: Good grief. *rolls eyes* See? This is why I refuse to let Santoni anywhere near my vagina. You FBI guys and your egos are unbelievable.
Bryan: It's called being confident.
Marissa: Really? I thought it was called being an egotistical asshole.
Bryan: *shrugs* Potatoe, potato.
Marissa: *shakes head*
Let's listen in on their conversation
Marissa: It's official. I'm am destined to be single for the rest of my life.
Bryan: And that's a bad thing?
Marissa: It is when you have a mother like mine who keeps calling every couple of weeks to find out if I've found a man who could tolerate my career. Secretly I think she's still hoping that Michael and I get back together.
Bryan: The Special Ops guy?
Marissa: Yeah.
Bryan: Hmmmm *raises hand to bartender* Can I get another scotch on the rocks?
Marissa: What if he was the one Anderson? What if I fucked up the destiny of my life by not marrying him? What if he was my last chance? I'm going to be thirty-three in a few months. My eggs are not going to hold out much longer?
Bryan: Your eggs? You're looking kind of crazy there Carter. Maybe you need another drink. Get a stronger one too.
Marissa: I'm not drinking. After I made a fool of myself with Santoni I've given up the joy juice. I'm sticking to this Pepsi.
Bryan: Given up drinking? You need to rethink that option. Either that or start finding a good shrink from now. In our line of work one of the requirements is alcohol. It blurs the lines of the harsh, and sometimes gruesome, reality we're faced with.
Marissa: I'll survive. Once I don't give up drinking coffee I'll be good.
Bryan: *shrugs*
Marissa: Maybe I should just have more sex.
Bryan: Call Santoni. I'm sure he can hook you up. It won't be a hardship on him.
Marissa: *narrows eyes* No! He's the last person I want in my vagina.
Bryan: I don't think your vagina would mind. That's your problem, you think too much. Just go with the flow It will be a win-win situation. It's not because he's with that chick from Admin is it? From what I hear it's just a casual thing with them.
Marissa: I don't care what's going on between them. Okay...maybe a little. But I want more than he's willing to give. I'm not into casual sex.
Bryan: Okay wait. You're not into a committed relationship, but yet still you don't want casual sex. That's kinda contradictory don't you think?
Marissa: I have standards Anderson. I can't just be out giving pussy away. I have my good girl reputation to protect. And I refuse to have a fuck buddy..."
Bryan: *mutters* Damn. There goes my chances.
Marissa: *hits Bryan on shoulder* Watch it. Partner or not I won't hesitate to kick your ass. Plus, after hearing your dating adventures I'm surprised one of those women haven't beaten you up yet or run you over with her car.
Bryan: Not my fault there's not enough of me to go around. Plus they know the deal when they agreed to sleep with me. I love women, and I refuse to settle down with just one. Funny enough it's the "good girls" like you who turn out to be the craziest ones. Why is that?
Marissa: Gee, do you think it's because they thought you were a nice decent guy and not a man-whore?
Bryan: Man-whore? *laughs* Where do you come up with these terms? Man-whore. I kinda like it *grins*
Marissa: Good grief. *rolls eyes* See? This is why I refuse to let Santoni anywhere near my vagina. You FBI guys and your egos are unbelievable.
Bryan: It's called being confident.
Marissa: Really? I thought it was called being an egotistical asshole.
Bryan: *shrugs* Potatoe, potato.
Marissa: *shakes head*
