_At the top of the mountain._ HIM: I hate to tell you this, babe, but it was actually you who had the girlfriend. ME: Okay, maybe so, but you were the one who was going to get married. Whatever happened with that? HIM: I didn't. ME: Why not? HIM: Didn't want to. ME: Why not? HIM: Gonna make me say it out loud and direct, huh? Okay, I don't mind, lover. I didn't get married because I knew I would rather be with you. _ME sits and thinks about that for one tenth of a second._ ME: Oh. _Now ME pauses longer. It is almost impossible to find the nerve to look HIM in the face, but when at last he does (when does he? how long does it take? that is up to YOU...), he sees...._ Well my girlfriend dumpt me during that time when you and I were women. Remember that? HIM: Ho yeah, I remember. You were quite the little muff diver, as I recall. ME: Well you weren't exactly Miss Icy Formality when it came to pussy, either, you know. _Information is exchanged at an alarming rate. Sometimes there is nothing for it, not even the weather. You just have to sit back and let it flow all around you. at the top of the mountain / where the air / is thin /_