SCREEN:White letters on black background "September 7, 1992" SETTING:Neil's balcony, DSL. There are two chairs and a table set for a romantic dinner for two. The candles, however, are unlit. AT RISE:David and Neil dine together.
NEIL I was engaged several times. I never came all that close to actually marrying any of them. I'd somehow always manage for them to find me with some guy. I've never told my parents. They don't even suspect. They just assume I'm a hopeless bachelor.
DAVID Which is true, in a sense. I just wished it would have mattered to mine. I regret losing touch with my sister. She's married and has an eight year old daughter whose name escapes me. I want to say Emily, but that's wrong. Could I have some more ginger ale?
NEIL Certainly. (Get's a plastic 2-liter bottle out of an elegant ice bucket and pours.) Sorry this is all I have. It just didn't occur to me I said I'd tell you about my melancholy streak. I'm in a good enough mood to talk about it now, since we're sharing. I started drinking when I was fifteen. My brother Brendan was killed in the war. My parents were devastated, but very proud. I couldn't deal with it. Had I known better, I'd have become an expatriate writer, but I didn't learn about them until college. Then, there was the accident. I was with some guy and we hit a tree. He was in a coma for almost a month. I've tried to talk to him, but he's refused to see me. His name was Myron. He had a think Southern accent. I liked him a lot. (Pause.) So, I hope the food's okay.
DAVID Oh, yeah. Great chili. (Pause.) I need to be very frank with you. I almost cancelled tonight. I was looking forward to it all weekend. I'm seeing Neil on Monday. Then, I realized what that meant.
DAVID (cont'd) You have to understand: Matthew and I met on Labor Day. September 6, 1982. (Pause) I started sobbing, which I hate to do. I kept thinking I couldn't go through with this. But in the middle of my ten-thousandth hysterical shudder it occurred to me. This is not what he wanted. (Pause) My father never understood how anyone who lost a mate could ever love again. To him it indicated their love was false and cheap. My mother agreed. She's always been so afraid of losing him, contemplating the aftermath is incomprehensible to her. It was to me, too. (Pause) Aren't we fun?
DAVID I have to warn you, Neil: I take things extraordinarily slowly. People have complained. There is one other thing. And you must know this. (Pause.) I'm positive.
NEIL I figured. It doesn't bother me. I've been with positive people before. Not often, but it's happened. It bothered me the first time, but I'm okay. And I thought you should know, too. (Pause.) Now that we have our future taken care of, what are we going to do about the present? There's always the pier.
DAVID And the million people on it.
NEIL They'll be gone by midnight. It's just a walk, David.
DAVID Nothing is ever "just" anything, Neil. (Pause) Sure. Why not. (END OF SCENE)