PlayName: Painful Death of Sue Ellen Fitch, The
Rating: Contains adult content
Copyright Status: Copyrighted
Age Range: 30s - Early, 30s - Late
Dialects: Standard American
I met someone. I was at the gym. I saw this woman...View Full Monologue Text
I met someone. I was at the gym. I saw this woman. She was standing by the water fountain. We started talking and it was going really good, you know? I mean, there wasn't that weird awkward thing that happens sometimes when I talk to new people. I was calm. The conversation flowed. She asked for my phone number. That was five days ago. Claire hasn't called. That's her name. I know. I know. But, if she was really interested, don't you think she would have called. I mean, I don't know what to do. I saw her at the gym last night. I smiled at her and she pretended like she didn't see me. I was standing right there. What am I, fucking invisible I mean, if she wasn't interested, why did she give me her number? All she would have to do is say, "Hey, I'm not interested." But she asked for my number. I didn't ask. SHE asked. And then not to call... I just wanted her to be a human being, you know? I mean, you ask for somebody's number, it's assumed that you plan to use it. She was pretty. We talked. We connected. Why couldn't she at least call? I just want to meet someone. I just want to meet someone who I can take care of. Talk to. Someone who will take care of me. Does that make sense?
AuthorName: Thorin Alexander
Scott tells his psychiatrist about the woman he met at the gym and expresses his dismay that she hasn't called him yet.