When Harry Met Sally…
2 Men at a batting cage.
-Yeah it’s really great. I can talk to her about anything. It’s like having another version of you.
-Yeah but I came first.
-Ha of course. I will always honor and recognize that.
-Duly noted. So, she’s got a great personality.
-She’s so clever. She outwits me in every conversation. It’s truly endearing.
-She’s attractive.
-Gorgeous blond hair. I can see why any man would fall for her.
-And she can stand you as a person?
-Yeah an exclusive club—you two and my mother.
-And wanting to do it never gets in the way of being strictly friends?
-Doing it? You mean like doing everything you can to let her know you’re thinking about her and your friendship? No that’s not a problem—
-No I mean screwing, man.
-Screwing? You mean like how I listen to her worry about how her mean boyfriends screwed her over, while folding her laundry? No not a problem—
-No man! I mean SEX!
-Sex? Like going to her bedroom and lying down on the bed, and then getting naked and then putting… on our PJ’s so we can write our wishes together and put them in our dreambox—
-NO! Procreation. Making love. Doing the deed. SEX!
-No. I have no idea what that is.
-Oh. Ok then.
