Interior, Bedroom. Night. Blacktress enters with a gentleman caller. She quickly removes items from her bed without turning on the light. Gentleman and Blacktress proceed to....um....physically express their emotions. Later, she turns on the light.
Close up on HER THIGHMASTER, which has been tossed onto the floor.
Gentleman Caller: Is that the Suzanne Sommers exercise thing?
Blacktress (trying to hide her embarrassment): Um, yes. Yes it is.
Gentleman Caller: Oh, that's cool. That means you work for your body. You probably appreciate my compliments then.
Thank you, Suzanne, for helping me create awkward moments.
2 comments:
If I found out you had a thigh-master, frankly I'd think it's the coolest thing in the world. That's so throwback.
"Gentleman Caller: Oh, that's cool. That means you work for your body. You probably appreciate my compliments then."
I'm pretty sure he just externalized his interior monologue, there. Someone should tell him dating works better when you don't do that.
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