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*Gigi went to a bar where she expected to see Conor, a guy she had a date with a week prior to going to the bar but instead, she gets some advice from his friend, Alex*
Alex: Look. You seem like a good girl so I'm just going to be honest with you. Conor is never going to call you.
Gigi: Oh really? How do you know?
Alex: Because I'm a guy. And it's just how we do it.
Gigi: But he said it was nice meeting me.
Alex: Ha- I don't care if he said you're his favorite female since his mommy and Joanie Cunningham. Over a week went by. Okay, Gigi? And he didn't call you.
Gigi: But maybe he did call, and I? didn't get the message. or maybe he lost my number, or is out of town, or got hit by a cab, or his grandma died?
Alex: Or maybe, he just didn't call because he has no interest in seeing you again.
Gigi: Yeah... but my friend Terri once went out with a guy who never called. And she totally wrote him off. Over a year goes by--
Alex: Right.
Gigi: --and she ran into him, and it ended up that they--
Alex: Your friend Terri's an idiot. And she's also the exception. By the way. The rare exception.
Gigi: Okay. Okay. But what if I'm the exception?
Alex: No, you're not. You're not at all. In fact, you're the rule. And the rule is this--if a guy doesn't call you, he doesn't want to call you.
Gigi: Really?
Alex: Yeah.
Gigi: Always?
Alex: Yeah, always. Look. I know what blowing off a woman looks like, okay? And trust me, I do it early and I do it often. So trust me when I say, if a guy is treating you like he doesn't give a shit, then he genuinely doesn't give a shit. No exceptions.
*silence*
Gigi: Thank you. You've given me a lot to think about.

*The next day when Gigi is talking about her epiphany with her co-workers/girlfriends*
Gigi: All of my friends used to tell me these stories about how things might work out with these dipshits because they knew someone who knew someone who dated a dipshit just like mine and that girl ended up married and living happily ever after. But, that's the exception, and we're not the exception. We're the rule.

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Alex: Thanks for staying and helping me clean up. I really gotta go to bed though.
Gigi: Is that an invitation?
Alex: What?
Gigi: Ahaha, oh girl, that was cheesy. Oh, I'm not good at this.

*Alex rubs his eyes because he's tired and then Gigi jumps him and kisses him*
Gigi: I knew that the best relationships grew out of friendships.
Alex: Wait, wait wait, Gigi. Wait, wait, wait. What? Now, you and I are in a relationship?
Gigi: Well, I'd say if we're not at the relationship station-ship, we're at least on track.
Alex: And... why exactly would you think that?
Gigi: Because of the signs!
Alex: Really? Like, what?
Gigi: Like, "it was good to hear from" me, and you talked to me even when you were with a girl, and I... felt... something?
Alex: Oh, man. What are you talking about? Gigi, what have I been saying since I met you? If a guy wants to date you, he will make it happen. Okay? He will ask you out. Did I ask you out?
Gigi: No...
Alex: Then, why would you do this? Oh shit. Why do they do this? Why do they build up this stuff in their minds to each little thing a guy does and twist it into something else? It's insane!
Gigi: I'd rather be like that, than be like you.
Alex: Excuse me? What is that supposed to mean?
Gigi: I may dissect each little thing and put myself out there too much but at least that means I still care. Oh, you think you've won because women are expendable to you? And you may not get hurt or make an ass of yourself that way, but you don't fall in love that way either. You have not won. You're alone, Alex. I may do a lot of stupid shit, but I know I'm a lot closer to finding someone than you are.