You said it was up to me. You said you guys were worried that your Cute Meet wasn’t Cute enough. You said I should write you a new one. So I said ok and I asked the universe what to do.
INT. FACEBOOK – NIGHT
Universe what should I do?
Don’t fuck with me. Song 71.
INT. JANE’S OFFICE – DAY
The office is an old storefront, a charming light filled place home to artwork, vintage furniture and a random assortment of office equipment. JANE sits on a couch indian style with a computer on her lap. ADAM sits on a lounge chair typing on a laptop perched on his knees.
Uhh…I think I did something weird.
Jane looks up and realizes Adam is on the phone. She silently mouths the word “sorry”.
Well, just give me a call when you hear more. Ok, bye.
Adam puts down his cell phone. Jane is typing the same key combination over and over again.
So what’s up?
Jane doesn’t hear him because she is so engrossed in her efforts.
Meh. What. Why won’t this up load? I typed your stupid words Craig.
The swirled security words appear to read
Jane squints at the screen and types again. She frowns and then realizes Adam is looking at her.
This always makes Adam laugh because it is so stupid.
I think Craigslist is being weird. Try going back into it and recopying the code and pasting it back again but this…
Jane is listening to Adam, nodding and typing things when an instant message pops up on her screen.
i thought of something ive never had to deal with before…and am nervous i guess.
erik doesn’t know that i have ms or that i walk with a stick.
remember when i said you should go out sometime with erik?
Jane looks up and Adam nods at her.
Op. Duh. It went through. Thanks.
Adam returns to his computer screen. Jane looks again at hers and begins typing.
it’s because he’s the kind of dude who won’t give a shit. 🙂
so accept his stuff right back…deal? everybody’s got something.
thanks jane. i promise.
EXT. FAY’S APARTMENT BUILDING – NIGHT
A car pulls up and stops in front of an apartment building. ERIK sits behind the steering wheel. The front door opens and FAY steps out. She walks with a fucking cane. Who gives a shit? She gets in the car on the passenger side.
INT. ERIK’S CAR – NIGHT
I guess Facebook didn’t tell you I have a cane.
Erik shrugs and starts the car.
Did it tell you I was adopted?
I COULDN’T DECIDE IF I SHOULD WRITE THIS OR NOT BUT THEN I REALIZED I WOULD GLADLY TELL IT TO EITHER OF YOUR FACES. ARIES 4 LIFE!