Blind Date Page #3

- No. His wife knows all about it.

It's traditional or something.

Tell me something.

Are you into those traditions?

No, I'm actually a

one-concubine kind of guy...

...actually.

- Good.

So, what was it that made you

break up with this guy?

- What do you mean?

- What was he like?

Psychopath. Like that guy over there.

What's wrong?

That's him! That's my psychotic

ex-boyfriend David.

There. The guy in the goofy bow tie.

He looks okay to me.

He's been chasing me

for three months. I moved twice.

I think he's coming over here!

Watch it. Please just hide.

Just relax.

Hello, Nadia.

- David, don't start anything.

- I just want to say hello.

Hi, I'm David.

- Walter.

- She has every reason to be upset.

I was so in love,

I made a total a**hole of myself.

Apology accepted. Nice to meet you.

- How long you been dating?

- None of your business!

It is my business.

There's not a night that's gone by...

You son of a b*tch,

are you drilling her?!

Shut up and leave her alone!

Wait, I want to talk to you.

I'll find you!

- I have an idea.

- Yeah? What?

Thank you.

- Okay, Walter, what's going on?

- Well...

We have about half an hour.

Indulge me.

- You like guitar?

- Oh, yeah, I do.

- We're set. How's the level for you?

- It's basically cool.

Turn up the monitors a bit

and we'll be there. Thanks.

- How are you?

- Good, Stanley. How are you?

Did you bring your guitar?

No, I brought something better

than a guitar.

- How you doing?

- Hi, how are you?

Good, good.

You ever hear him play?

He's really fantastic.

Relax...

...sip a little champagne.

I don't think I should drink.

The last three or four times I...

I mean, it sort of makes me go crazy!

Well, one little glass

isn't gonna make you go crazy.

This is our first toast.

To auspicious beginnings.

It's really good.

Stanley Jordan, take two. Rolling.

So, what made you think

to stop by here?

I recorded here when I thought

I wanted to be a musician.

I played guitar. But I really

don't have time for it now.

I played all the time. I went to

the bathroom carrying a Stratocaster.

I drove my mom nuts. I got tendonitis.

Why did you give it up?

Well...

Because if you want

to be a musician...

...you're guaranteeing yourself

a life of poverty and obscurity...

...unless you're talented

like Stanley.

And...

...I got a good job now...

...good car. Next year,

I'll be able to get a condo.

I don't know.

It just kind of made sense.

We're gonna be late.

Let me give you a little...

Oh, I'm getting bad.

I'm starting to feel the champagne.

That's okay.

Feel away.

Come on.

Hi, I called for Davis,

for two, please.

- Joseph, table six.

- Follow me, please.

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