AuthorName: Rick Robinson
Rating: Contains adult content
Copyright Status: Copyrighted
No. No, she wasn't placed. Not in the way you're thinking, anyway. I would deliver...View Full Monologue Text
No. No, she wasn't placed. Not in the way you're thinking, anyway. I would deliver for her occasionally, back when I was a ten and twenty guy. You know where Hazel meets third? Anyway, I'd go over there. Maybe every other week. You know, up the waiter into her apartment. Same thing: one pint of ice cram every time a man broke her heart. Not a part of her dailies, just a 10 minute quick stop every time there was man trouble. Which was often. You'd be surprised. And she'd tell me, all beautiful and sad... how she liked how it felt to be in love. So much that she'd almost forgot what it was like to eat ice cream, if you know what I mean. So I tell her- and I'm normally a shy person, Frederick. I'm serious. Certain people bring it out in me. I say to her, "these are line guys you're meeting?" And she says, "yes"... still sad, but it's lifting, They're line guys, people who liked how she profiled and mailed her. Boxed her. And I said, "you don't need to be flashed and boxed, you need to be wined and dined. And I'm telling you I'm not the type." But I say, "let me take you out." But she doesn't know anything about me. "I know I bring you ice cream more than once a month. I know you wipe the tears away right before I come up. I know you deserve something better than these box-screen Romeos who talk a good game behind the glass." "You're behind glass," she says and it's lifted and it's amazing, it's lifted, hope again, like someone who let love hurt them and got back up. And she says... hold on, I know you're into it now... she says "You like chocolate ice cream?" You believe that? You know what I'm saying?
Delivery tells Frederick about his wife.
Age Range: 20s - Early, 20s - Late, 30s - Early, 30s - Late, 40s - Early, 40s - Late
Dialects: Standard American