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Let’s say a guy named Roger is attracted to a woman named
Elaine. He asks her out to a movie; she accepts; they have
a pretty good time. A few nights later he asks her out to
dinner, and again they enjoy themselves. They continue to
see each other regularly, and after a while neither one of
them is seeing anybody else.

And then, one evening when they’re driving home, a thought
occurs to Elaine, and, without really thinking, she says it
aloud: “Do you realize that, as of tonight, we’ve been seeing
each other for exactly six months?”

And then there is silence in the car.

To Elaine, it seems like a very loud silence. She thinks to
herself: Geez, I wonder if it bothers him that I said that.
Maybe he’s been feeling confined by our relationship; maybe
he thinks I’m trying to push him into some kind of obligation
that he doesn’t want, or isn’t sure of.

And Roger is thinking: Gosh. Six months.

And Elaine is thinking: But, hey, I’m not so sure I want this
kind of relationship, either. Sometimes I wish I had a little
more space, so I’d have time to think about whether I really
want us to keep going the way we are, moving steadily toward…
I mean, where are we going? Are we just going to keep seeing
each other at this level of intimacy? Are we heading toward
marriage? Toward children? Toward a lifetime together? Am I
ready for that level of commitment? Do I really even know
this person?

And Roger is thinking: …so that means it was…let’s see…
February when we started going out, which was right after I
had the car at the dealer’s, which means…lemma check the
odometer…Whoa! I am way overdue for an oil change here.

And Elaine is thinking: He’s upset. I can see it on his face.
Maybe I’m reading this completely wrong. Maybe he wants more
from our relationship, more intimacy, more commitment; maybe
he has sensed - even before I sensed it - that I was feeling
some reservations. Yes, I bet that’s it. That’s why he’s so
reluctant to say anything about his own feelings. He’s afraid
of being rejected.

And Roger is thinking: And I’m gonna have them look at the
transmission again. I don’t care what those morons say, it’s
still not shifting right. And they better not try to blame it
on the cold weather this time. What cold weather? It’s 87
degrees out, and this thing is shifting like a garbage truck,
and I paid those incompetent thieves $600.

And Elaine is thinking: He’s angry. And I don’t blame him. I’d
be angry, too. I feel so guilty, putting him through this, but
I can’t help the way I feel. I’m just not sure.

And Roger is thinking: They’ll probably say it’s only a 90-day
warranty…scumballs.

And Elaine is thinking: Maybe I’m just too idealistic, waiting
for a knight to come riding up on his white horse, when I’m
sitting right next to a perfectly good person, a person I enjoy
being with, a person I truly do care about, a person who seems
to truly care about me. A person who is in pain because of my
self-centered, schoolgirl romantic fantasy.

And Roger is thinking: Warranty? They want a warranty? I’ll
give them a warranty. I’ll take their warranty and …

“Roger,” Elaine says aloud.

“What?” says Roger, startled.

“Please don’t torture yourself like this,” she says, her eyes
beginning to brim with tears. “Maybe I should never have…Oh
gosh, I feel so…” (She breaks down, sobbing.)

“What?” says Roger.

“I’m such a fool,” Elaine sobs. “I mean, I know there’s no
knight. I really know that. It’s silly. There’s no knight, and
there’s no horse.”

“There’s no horse?” says Roger.

“You think I’m a fool, don’t you?” Elaine says.

No!” says Roger, glad to finally know the correct answer.

“It’s just that…it’s that I… I need some time,” Elaine says.

(There is a 15-second pause while Roger, thinking as fast as
he can, tries to come up with a safe response. Finally he
comes up with one that he thinks might work.) “Yes,” he says.

(Elaine, deeply moved, touches his hand.) “Oh, Roger, do you
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