[Rob stands center stage. Upstage two female futurists walk slowly towards each other, one from stage left, the other from stage right. They will cross paths at about the center point of the play (indicated by an *) and will reach the other’s starting point by the end of the play]

Women (in unison): remember me

ROB: I remember her. I remember all the little things she did, what her favorite albums were, what her tattoo was. I recall every detail of how her face looked while she slept. I can even remember what her cat’s name was, even though it died before I ever met her. I hate being the one who is bitter and only looks back on the negative points in life. Even though she was, and probably still is crazy, I still want to think of the nice moments*

WOMEN: remember something nice

ROB: for some reason the nicest moment I can look back on, time and time again, was on my birthday. No one remembered, nothing went right and everything that could have gone wrong did. I hadn’t seen her all day and when I did, she walked in to my room, locked the door and gave me a blowjob. Not a word was exchanged until after it was over. She looked up at me, her lips shining, a little dribble of my sperm dripping off her long reddish hair, as she said…

1: Happy Birthday

2: I have to go now

ROB: she stood up, put her shirt on and walked out the door. I never felt more strongly for her than at that moment. When I want to think fondly of her, that’s the moment I focus on

WOMEN: remember me

[blackout]

ROB: i wish that i could remember something nicer.

CURTAIN