Lost Valentine Page #4

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Whatever, tomorrow I'm going

to set him some criteria...

He'll ski over on the first

plane right to my office.

And take his breakfast in bed with him.

What am I...

The towel is dry.

What?

You said you were in the

shower, but the towel is dry.

Oh, well I was depilating,

different places.

We'll have to check.

Maybe we should eat first, hm?

You're hungry, I can tell,

will you eat something?

Do you have anything?

Go to the store and get something, huh?

Maybe we should order in, huh?

Oscar, can you even imagine how long

well have to wait on a night like this?

Come on, go to the store

and get something.

Sorry, I don't feel like it.

Why don't you check, maybe there's some spaghetti

or whatever, come up with something, OK?

OK, so let's imagine a man

who can afford everything.

For a man like that, women are just

something to add to his trophy collection.

Let's talk about trophy love.

Hold on, and since when do you

think women can be trophies, huh?

What do you mean since

when, since the Stone Age.

But it's the 21st century, Aistis.

Well and so what, the years go

by, but men don't change.

Just imagine-these men

feed on other people's envy.

Yeah, I agree with Mindaugas-a man like that

defines himself by that collection of his,

so he can't have something

that's not perfect.

If it's a house, it has to be the biggest, if

it's a car, it has to be the most expensive,

if it's a wife or a girlfriend or someone,

she has to be the most beautiful.

Yeah, everything has to be "the mostest", but I-

just explain it to me-1 don't understand your logic.

What do you need all that for?

Well, think about it, if a person can't establish his

status with creativity, brains, or scientific inventions,

then the only thing left for

him to do is collect trophies.

Right, collect trophies; And the trophies on that

shelf - let's say his wife-she has to be impeccable.

She has to be perfect, fresh and worthy

of this kind of public admiration.

So that everyone says

"perfetto", wonderful.

Qui pesa, si...

Spaghetti, pasta.

How is this not Rome, huh?

How is this not Rome.

In general, I think I should

have taken you to Paris today.

Where?

Oh, I mean, to Brussels. I guess

I've been working too hard.

You know what I felt today?

I want to be with you. And not because

of this stupid Valentine's Day, no,

I just, you know, felt that

I want to be with you.

In general, Laura, we haven't spent time together

like this in a while-wine, candles, conversation.

I mean about everything, in essence.

Today I felt that I want to talk to you.

So this is all because of that

old man with the mermaid?

No. Although yeah, obviously he also had something

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