Neurotic

Donna: Ugh…. I guess if I’m going out with a boy… I should probably shower.

Therese: (laughing)

Donna: Effing hygiene standards.

Therese: Wait. You’re going OUT with a boy? Is it THAT BOY? The one you don’t like? Or is this a NEW one???

Donna: Ya… The Loser.

Therese: OK, why are you dating him if you think he’s a loser?

Donna: I’m not dating him. I’m going out for drinks with a Loser. It’s not a date.

Therese: Mhm. It’s drinks.

Donna: It’s a casual planned encounter.

Therese: Drinks is the beginning of a date.

Donna: Ewe. I’ll tell him I’m moving.

Therese: (laughing)

Donna: EWE! What if he tries to kiss me?

Therese: (laughing)

Donna: He’s a smoker! EWE!

Therese: (laughing)

Donna: Maybe I’m doing this for the practice. It’s only been almost a decade. Half a decade. OMG.

Therese: (laughing) Practice showering, or dating?

Donna: Dating. Ha. I’m so nervous!

Therese: Yes, well, you’re awesome. Just… you know, be yourself.

Donna: Like I am around you guys?

Therese: Yes. Well. Um… Maybe don’t be TOO open. Like, maybe don’t mention the farting, or broccoli, or…

Donna: So… don’t fart in front of him then?

Therese: Um… right.