Man: So, thanks for coming over. I've really missed you, you know.
Woman: What is it that you want? I took time out of my life to come all the way over here, just because you happen to be in town.
Man: Like I said, I've missed you. I find myself thinking of you at the most random times. Like when I'm taking a shower, I'll remember the feel of your skin when it was wet with soap. When I'm fucking another woman, the way you would moan and your pussy would clench around me. When I'm at the beach, how you use to always kid about sunbathing nude in front of everyone. Things like that.
Woman: So, pretty much all you remember about me is the sexual stuff? Gee, should I be flattered, because I'm not.
Man: Can you tell me that you never think of me? That you never remember how we used to be?
Woman: I've got a life now. A life apart from you and what we used to be.
Man: Can you forget this? Or this?
Woman: Keep your hands to yourself! You always were touching me at the most inappropriate times. Like at my parent's house while we were eating supper. Or that night down at the waterfront. You never had any manners at all.
Man: Can you honestly tell me that you came here today looking for just conversation? That you haven't missed the heat we used to generate?
Woman: Why can't you get it through your head? We were over a long time ago. We have nothing in common now. And, I'm leaving.
Man: Wait just a minute! You're not going anywhere.
Woman: What the fuck? You can't –