his turn.
I always let each of my main characters have a rant about something. Or go off on some strange tangent that exposes the inner workings of their twisted psyche. This guy: sexiest fictional character in the well of lost plots. Swoon. And something of a freak. Control and otherwise.
HER
It’s a big universe. With a lot of places I haven’t been. A couple more continents on this planet alone. Of course, I can’t imagine that I’d be too attached to Antarctica. Not a big fan of the cold. But I do want to visit the penguins.
HIM
And fuck.
HER
Fuck penguins?
HIM
No, fuck on every continent. Something to reach for.
HER
Oh, is that what you want to compare?
HIM
No. Definitely not. You and I are not comparing that.
HER
What’s that supposed to mean?
HIM
That means you’re a female.
HER
So we can’t talk about this?
HIM
No, it means we shouldn’t talk about this.
HER
Ok. I’ll bite.
HIM
Ouch. Let’s not use that again.
HER
Tell me why. Why shouldn’t we talk about this.
HIM
All right. Let’s say we don’t compare. And, you know, things progress. And we, you know. Let’s say. Let’s just say. You’re a female, I’m a male. That could happen. That is the primary reason why we shouldn’t talk about this. Now, I know you’ve slept with men before me. And most likely, here. On this continent. Where you’ve spent the majority of your life. I’m fine with that. But now, let’s say, you start a new project. And it takes us to Europe. And we do it again. Even better. But this is someplace you possibly haven’t done it before. So now I know I’m on your scorecard for the non-home continents. But it’s okay, because I don’t know who else is on it. Or where else.
HER
And if you don’t know what’s on it, then you can pretend like it doesn’t exist.
HIM
Yes, but not because I don’t think you have. Or should have. It’s not about competing with you. So we just did Europe and I start a new card. For the both of us.
HER
And you still have your own.
HIM
Yes, I have my own, but that’s not the point here. You still have your own. I’m not taking it away. I just don’t want to know what’s on it.
HER
You’d be pissed off if I’ve fucked on more continents than you.
HIM
No. I don’t want to compete with you. Because you and I, we’re on the same team. Whatever you’ve done before is about to become irrelevant, because we’re going to do all seven at this point. We have a mutual goal. So at this point, we’ve done it on two continents. And I think, “Cool. Five more to go.” No pressure though. This will be fun.
But now let’s say we have this conversation first. And I know what’s on your scorecard. So let’s say, you’ve told me all about your escapades, and I don’t know, I now know… you… screwed some guy… you met… backpacking… in Germany.
HER
Okay, that so didn’t happen. It was like freezing out, and those boys wanted to go to an outdoor rave—at a concentration camp. But now, if you’d said—
HIM
I don’t want to know. That’s my point. Because if I know that—if I have official confirmation—then that’s what comes to mind after round two. Not “Hey, five more to go.” But, “Hey, there are still two or three or however many continents she’s already fucked other men on.” So now, I have to re-cover everything you’ve already done, so I know you have no official need to keep your original scorecard. If we’d never compared, we could just hit all seven at a very leisurely pace. Knowing that you and I are on the same team, I could be man enough to put aside if you’re a point or two ahead. Because one of these days, we’re going to be even.
But now, I am in a situation where I feel like I have to rush. I don’t like to rush. So in that moment, it’s not your score I care about. It’s their score. It’s not about how many continents you’ve fucked on that I haven’t; it’s about how many continents other men have fucked you on that I haven’t. And—because we compared—I can’t rest until I know your original scorecard is obsolete. Gone is our leisurely pace. Now, instead of just “Two down, five to go,” it’s “Two down, five to go, when’s the next flight to Rio?”
And that is why you and I are not going to have this conversation.
HER
It’s a big universe. With a lot of places I haven’t been. A couple more continents on this planet alone. Of course, I can’t imagine that I’d be too attached to Antarctica. Not a big fan of the cold. But I do want to visit the penguins.
HIM
And fuck.
HER
Fuck penguins?
HIM
No, fuck on every continent. Something to reach for.
HER
Oh, is that what you want to compare?
HIM
No. Definitely not. You and I are not comparing that.
HER
What’s that supposed to mean?
HIM
That means you’re a female.
HER
So we can’t talk about this?
HIM
No, it means we shouldn’t talk about this.
HER
Ok. I’ll bite.
HIM
Ouch. Let’s not use that again.
HER
Tell me why. Why shouldn’t we talk about this.
HIM
All right. Let’s say we don’t compare. And, you know, things progress. And we, you know. Let’s say. Let’s just say. You’re a female, I’m a male. That could happen. That is the primary reason why we shouldn’t talk about this. Now, I know you’ve slept with men before me. And most likely, here. On this continent. Where you’ve spent the majority of your life. I’m fine with that. But now, let’s say, you start a new project. And it takes us to Europe. And we do it again. Even better. But this is someplace you possibly haven’t done it before. So now I know I’m on your scorecard for the non-home continents. But it’s okay, because I don’t know who else is on it. Or where else.
HER
And if you don’t know what’s on it, then you can pretend like it doesn’t exist.
HIM
Yes, but not because I don’t think you have. Or should have. It’s not about competing with you. So we just did Europe and I start a new card. For the both of us.
HER
And you still have your own.
HIM
Yes, I have my own, but that’s not the point here. You still have your own. I’m not taking it away. I just don’t want to know what’s on it.
HER
You’d be pissed off if I’ve fucked on more continents than you.
HIM
No. I don’t want to compete with you. Because you and I, we’re on the same team. Whatever you’ve done before is about to become irrelevant, because we’re going to do all seven at this point. We have a mutual goal. So at this point, we’ve done it on two continents. And I think, “Cool. Five more to go.” No pressure though. This will be fun.
But now let’s say we have this conversation first. And I know what’s on your scorecard. So let’s say, you’ve told me all about your escapades, and I don’t know, I now know… you… screwed some guy… you met… backpacking… in Germany.
HER
Okay, that so didn’t happen. It was like freezing out, and those boys wanted to go to an outdoor rave—at a concentration camp. But now, if you’d said—
HIM
I don’t want to know. That’s my point. Because if I know that—if I have official confirmation—then that’s what comes to mind after round two. Not “Hey, five more to go.” But, “Hey, there are still two or three or however many continents she’s already fucked other men on.” So now, I have to re-cover everything you’ve already done, so I know you have no official need to keep your original scorecard. If we’d never compared, we could just hit all seven at a very leisurely pace. Knowing that you and I are on the same team, I could be man enough to put aside if you’re a point or two ahead. Because one of these days, we’re going to be even.
But now, I am in a situation where I feel like I have to rush. I don’t like to rush. So in that moment, it’s not your score I care about. It’s their score. It’s not about how many continents you’ve fucked on that I haven’t; it’s about how many continents other men have fucked you on that I haven’t. And—because we compared—I can’t rest until I know your original scorecard is obsolete. Gone is our leisurely pace. Now, instead of just “Two down, five to go,” it’s “Two down, five to go, when’s the next flight to Rio?”
And that is why you and I are not going to have this conversation.


28 Comments:
Do you periodically rant in 'real life'? I have a feeling you'd be fabulous at it. I mean that, by the way, as a compliment.
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sandra, At
Mon Jul 24, 01:17:00 AM 2006
Hmm... don't ask and don't tell. Else it becomes a competition.
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ChickyBabe, At
Mon Jul 24, 03:34:00 AM 2006
Pretty good capture of a male psyche; I can totally see a guy dropping these lines and having this justification.
Nicely done, Jill.
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The Chronic Curmudgeon, At
Mon Jul 24, 08:06:00 AM 2006
I only think an incredibly insecure guy would talk like this. Good God.
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-J, At
Mon Jul 24, 08:40:00 AM 2006
Yes, I do Sandra. And thanks!
I think that's the best plan of action, CB. Don't you?
Thanks, Mudge. And I wrote this all by my lil lonesome.
-J, we all have insecurities. It's just a matter of keeping their disclosure in context of the rest of the person and the level of intimacy of the relationship.
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Jill, At
Mon Jul 24, 09:02:00 AM 2006
Score card? I think it's the quality of the price you pay for dealing with conversations like this one.
Blah.
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Sass, At
Mon Jul 24, 09:23:00 AM 2006
-j,
I respectfully disagree.
First of all, I don't think it takes "incredible" levels of insecurity to wonder about things like this. I think only an incredibly insecure man would judge her or decide he didn't want to be with her based on her answers/scorecard, but I don't think it's a stretch -- by any standard -- to say that we (all of us, male and female) wonder about scorecards, or they at least cross our minds, when we're getting into a new person.
And secondly, banter and tension and interplay being central to the effective execution of dialogue in a play such as this, I think a slight amount of suspension of disbelief is okay of the playwright to ask for in this case.
I mean, I don't know many men who, when wooing women -- of their own accord because it's the way they talk -- have ever said anything like "Soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and [object of affection] is the sun." Still makes for pretty compelling dialogue on stage, though.
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The Chronic Curmudgeon, At
Mon Jul 24, 11:16:00 AM 2006
Sorry, I really didn't mean to cause anything. I respect the point of view of both Jill and CC (as well as anyone else's that happens to hold a contrary opinion to me on this issue), but I don't happen to subscribe to your perspective. It still sounds incredibly insecure to me. But I'm just an audience member.
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-J, At
Mon Jul 24, 12:24:00 PM 2006
You guys are overthinking this. Men, by nature, give themselves the fantasy woman they date is a virgin. He doesn't want to know how many guys she's fucked on however many continents because that will mean she's fucked another guy. And if the lifetime number the woman has deflowered is above '0' it's too many for a guy to take.
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Corey, At
Mon Jul 24, 02:36:00 PM 2006
I think that this is really, really good, Jill. I look forward to reading more.
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Momentary Academic, At
Mon Jul 24, 03:02:00 PM 2006
Ha! I have had that conversation. It was not quite so eloquent, but the gist was the same. Get out of my head Jill, I have enough people up there as it is. I have also had the total quantity discussion a few times too, or lack of discussion if you will.
My motivations were not so much from the "I have to be the best on your list", but in an effort to avoid the shock of giving the list. Sometimes people really don't want to know something they think they want to know, until after they know it. Then it is too late. A simple number can and often does change just how you feel about someone. Just fact, I have seen it happen. So why have that conversation? If the # is 2 or 200, it is never a positive thing to your partner.
So I am right there with the don't ask don't tell motto. Of course, if you ask I am going to tell you and it may not be something you want to hear. Personally, when I was single, I didn't care if I was #1 or #100, as long as I was on the list. Slightly different perspective now that I am happily married and a father of a little girl.
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Spaceman Spiff, At
Mon Jul 24, 03:07:00 PM 2006
Frikkin awesome, Jill! I'm going to read it twice more I liked it so much. :)
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Heather Anne, At
Mon Jul 24, 06:33:00 PM 2006
Three continents for me!
Sorry, what were we saying?
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Brookelina, At
Mon Jul 24, 07:51:00 PM 2006
Men... always so competitive.
But she should feel very flattered. That's quite a trophy he's aiming for.
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Janet, At
Mon Jul 24, 10:34:00 PM 2006
I just knew there was something I'd forgotten to do in Asia...
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Faltenin, At
Tue Jul 25, 06:44:00 AM 2006
CC pretty much said what I was going to say about insecurity.
Another thing that popped into my head is the "purity" of his quest... and of the relationship. Obviously he knows that she has a past, but it's just kind of unpleasant to think about. It taints it.
It's like steroids in sports. You know they are there, but dwelling on them takes away from the fun of watching the game.
(Maybe I shouldn't comment on blogs while watching Sports Center...)
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Peter DeWolf, At
Tue Jul 25, 09:06:00 AM 2006
Don't worry, Sass. This isn't exactly a realistic play. The character is harmless.
Thanks, Mudge. I couldn't have said it better myself. That's why I keep you around. ;)
-J, I wouldn't worry about "starting anything". I'm happy to have dissenting opinions, but I'm also to have other readers explain the dramaturgical constructs where I fail to express them. You are obviously welcome to think whatever you wish about the character; but just remember that he's a character and therefore exists within a different context.
Corey, thanks for the honesty. I find the male psyche enthralling. I don't believe in doing the deflowering, by the way. I will happily admit to a score of "0" in that realm.
Thanks, M.A. I look forward to having you read more. Did you see the rhyme I made up for you in the 8/20 comments?!?!
I fully subscribe to this theory, Spaceman. There is such a thing as TMI, even with the people you are closest to.
Thank you, HeatherAnne! And welcome to my humble abode. You and Batman.
Brooke, I knew when I wrote this that you would happily volunteer your score.
It is quite a trophy, Janet. See, the beauty of this discussion is that it accomplishes a few things: it gives us his inner world, male possessiveness and all; it shows us the way he thinks, logically; it gives us some sexual fantasies; and it demonstrates him projecting their relationship into the future. And it's always a big step when people transition from "I" to "we". So really, "his insecurities" are just a vehicle for getting us elsewhere.
Darnit, Faltenin! Doesn't seem like something you would forget though...
That's okay, Peter. I love Sports Center. It's the most well-written news show on television.
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Jill, At
Tue Jul 25, 10:30:00 AM 2006
Jill - glad I can serve some purpose. :-)
-j ... please, I hope you didn't take my response as one offered indignantly or as snotty in any way; it wasn't my intention. I don't think you "started anything," and I respect your opinion even if we disagree a bit on this one.
My question to you then (and to Jill's cast of commenting characters, if any of you care to play), offered in the spirit of friendly conversation, is this: Do you really never think about "scorecards?"
I don't mean do they bother you -- because I agree that anyone who's bothered by any scorecarding or bedpost notches acquired pre-connection with the current partner is far too insecure. But since I think all of us, whether intentionally or even consciously or not, engage in some compare and contrast between our, um, companions... I think it's almost unavoidable to occasionally wonder about them.
I will admit, whether it makes me insecure in everyone's eyes or not... I kind of feel a lot like Jill's male character above. I know that my partners have had prior experience (hell, in most cases that's a good thing because I get to be the beneficiary of everything she's learned to date! ;-) )... I don't expect otherwise. I'd be a child to hold it against her; I never would. Human beings have sex, lots of it, and at my age (late 30s), the odds are that anything that's possible for two -- or more -- human beings to do with one another has already been done by one or both parties in any relationship I enter. I know this. I am fine with it.
I just don't want to know the details of her experiences.
She could have had a past boyfriend with the stamina and girth of a p0rn star... who looked like Brad Pitt and George Clooney's love child... whose technique was sufficient to keep walls and legs shaking for hours after the act... it happens. Good for her, I am glad she had it so good. And whatever subconscious comparisons are going on in her mind are fine with me... as long as I don't know the details of it.
Because like "HIM" in Jill's play, as soon as I know, now I am conscious of the comparison. And now I am wondering where I stack up and how I move up on the list. Not because I'm afraid or insecure about it (hell, for whatever reason, she's not with the p0rn star now, she's chosen to be with me, so what's to be insecure about?)... but because we are competitive animals by nature and want to be tops on the list... want to be the one who she thinks about years down the road (whether you're still together or not) and gets that glazed over look in her eyes that says "god, that was good"... it's not a competition with the other guys so much as just with one's own ego. But knowing it's ego-based doesn't negate it. You know?
Okay, so maybe I am massively neurotic... or maybe this makes me insecure. So - to Jill and the rest of the comment crew here... do you guys have the same thoughts re: scorecards and pasts? (i.e., you know they exist and it doesn't bother you... you just don't want to know about it) Or am I -- and Jill's male lead -- just weird and insecure?
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The Chronic Curmudgeon, At
Tue Jul 25, 11:03:00 AM 2006
No Mudge, I am right there with you. I don't want to know, because then I can be the best (at least in my mind). If I knew I was #12 on the top lays list I would kill myself to break into the top ten, and then top five and then #1. It would put too much work into the equation and render out some of the fun, so the gaining of #1 would be almost impossible.
Besides, if she is enjoying it it, doesn't matter. If you eat a really good steak, you don't compare it to the best ateak ever for more than a passing second. And all through the week you don't think about the best steak ever, you think about the really good one you just had. Not that women are pieces of meat or anything, but it's just an analogy. Desert may be more appropriate considering Jill's like of Sundaes.
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Spaceman Spiff, At
Tue Jul 25, 12:11:00 PM 2006
Yes, good comparison wiht the sundaes. (By the way, HIM totally gets some hot fudge sundae comparisons dropped his way. He uses it to his advantage, though.)
I don't find what either CC or SS (how cute! and my initials are JJ!) said to be weird or insecure at all. This character is my male lead in a romantic comedy--of course I find him desirable! I wouldn't write in quirks that I thought were deal-breakers.
Everyone makes comparisons, just naturally I think, and for me a man's attitude about the whole thing is probably more memorable than the perfection of technique. Sure, I remember details of the anatomy of so-and-so, or a particularly... um...energetic performance... but those are not the things that would "keep me awake at night" (metaphor).
I don't hold a man's past against him, but nor do I want to know details of it. A couple of stories might come out, sure. That's it. I just want respect and a sense that he's with me now because of who we both are.
I try to work against gender stereotyping wherever I can, but I will admit to finding a streak of competitiveness attractive and even endearing in a man--endearing because, by exposing what you want to achieve, you are also exposing passion and vulnerability. Any honest statement of the desire to "win" always brings with it the possibility that you might "lose". That's why not everyone is brave enough to state what they really want. (And of course I don't want this taken to the extreme.)
This may seem tangential to the "numbers" discussion at hand, but these are the male characteristics that inspired what I wrote, and also the reasons that I would find a man who would admit such things much more memorable than whatever physiological and technical competitors that may come up in his mind when disucssing the numbers.
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Jill, At
Tue Jul 25, 01:25:00 PM 2006
Nice picture in the right hand margin.
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Egan, At
Tue Jul 25, 07:58:00 PM 2006
You like?!?! I've been feeling indecisive about my profile picture as of late. I might commit to this one.
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Jill, At
Tue Jul 25, 10:33:00 PM 2006
You bet I do. I was just thinking about cleavage and then I saw that picture. Hello there.
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Egan, At
Tue Jul 25, 11:18:00 PM 2006
Brooke has me beat by one continent. I need to start getting out there more.
Nice!
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Megan, At
Tue Jul 25, 11:45:00 PM 2006
You could always let your readership pick out a picture of you. But I guess that could back fire if you didn't prescreen the pictures. Should we all start to celebrate the 1st Bi-annual Jill's Profile Photo contest?
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Spaceman Spiff, At
Wed Jul 26, 08:54:00 AM 2006
I had a friend once who said he always liked to be on top in the Northern Hemisphere and on bottom in the Southern Hemisphere. He thought this meant he was always actually on top, but that's because he confused up with north. Up and down are about proximity to the Earth, not proximity to the North Pole. Silly man.
That guy! What a character! And by character I mean he doesn't exist. I just invented him for this comment.
Hello, Jill.
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scott, At
Wed Jul 26, 09:21:00 AM 2006
I enjoyed, Jill. I'm so jealous of you types who can write compelling dialog. Sigh.
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Ashbloem, At
Wed Jul 26, 06:48:00 PM 2006
Egan: You see cleavage? Wow, I really don't see that as cleavage. But thanks.
And Megan, sharing the scorecard. Nice.
Spiffy, well, they're pretty pre-screened already, considering most of my readers don't see me in person and therefore don't have the opportunity to snap pictures without my knowledge. Then again, New York is a big city. But sure, cast your vote!
I love the comments where Scott writes. Hello, Scott.
And hello Miss Ashbloem. Glad you enjoyed!
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Jill, At
Thu Jul 27, 02:32:00 AM 2006
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