And Then Came Love Page #5

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So how can I help you, pretty lady?.

Um, I'm a reporter.

-For real?.

-Yeah.

And I'd like to ask you some questions.

Who's your friend?.

This is, uh, the very pretty....

Julie.

She's trying to pick me up.

Well, you are indeed the man,

Johnny Mac.

Wait, wait.

Aren't you Paul?. Paul Cooper?.

Not in this lifetime.

[BARTENDER AND PAUL CHUCKLlNG]

I can be whoever you want me to be,

sweetheart.

-You're looking for Paul Cooper?.

-Yeah.

That's him right there.

Mind if I join you?.

I'm Julie.

And you are...?.

A total loser.

Okay, but what does

your mother call you?.

I'm quoting my mother.

I'm sorry.

Paul.

Paul Cooper.

Are you some sort of angel or something?.

Hardly.

Yeah, my father's a bigtime

corporate lawyer.

JULlE:
Really?.

-Yeah.

For the weak and oppressed.

Plea bargains, golden parachutes,

billion-dollar bailouts.

Swell, huh?.

So naturally, I went to law school, Yale.

Right out of college.

While my friends spent a summer

kicking around Europe...

...I took the LSATs.

Rocked them, too,

but my dad, he wrote the application.

I think he wrote it when I was

in eighth grade. Can you believe it?.

I mean, he couldn't help himself,

and I was a freaking English Lit major.

JULlE:
Wow.

-Yeah, it was his alma mater, you see?.

So being second generation?.

A huge deal to him.

Massive.

JULlE:

Right.

But I hated it.

I mean, law school, that scene?.

It wasn't me, it was him.

And I didn't wanna be him, I hated him.

Sometimes I used to wish I was one

of those inner-city kids with no dad.

That's messed up.

I know. I was pretty angry back then.

Back then when?.

When you were like, um, 6?.

Six, no. Like high school.

What were you like

when you were 6?.

-You serious?. Six?.

-Yeah.

Well, I think the formative years

say a lot about who we are now.

I mean, like me, I was a teacher's pet.

Okay.

Six.

-Did you like baseball?.

-Yeah, I like sports.

-Were you a good eater?.

-What?.

Uh, sorry. Um....

Uh, did you get in trouble in school?.

Okay, what is this?.

An interview or something?.

No, no, no. I just think you're fascinating.

-You do?.

-Yeah, sure, why not?. So 6.

I used to get in trouble.

I mean, nothing bad, really.

I just gave the teacher a hard time,

kind of a wiseass.

Too smart for my own good.

-That sounds about right.

-Huh?.

Oh, no. Nothing, nothing.

I have a 6-year-old.

You like kids?. You have any?.

No, I ain't that kind of guy.

Well, actually...

...now, I'm only telling you this

because I'm drunk and I don't know you...

...but I did donate sperm once.

-Ohh.

-Look, don't get all judgmental or anything.

I got recruited by a sperm clinic.

At Yale.

They were short on lvy Leaguers,

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