Still in my quest to write realistic “female” dialogue, I experimented with this exchange between two female bloggers. I think the dialogue sounds authentic, which is important, especially with Sex and the City being successful at the box office.Â As a screenwriter, I need to know how “real” women speak.
Jenny and Sarah, both hip, attractive, thirty-somethings, are sitting in a Soho cafe.Â Jenny has her laptop open and isÂ reading something, totally absorbed.Â Â
Jenny:Â “My god.Â Have you seen Neil’s new post?”
Sarah:Â “Not yet.”
Jenny:Â “You need to look at this.Â Now.”
Jenny excitedly turns the laptop around.Â The page is on “Citizen of the Month.”Â Â Sarah is mesmerized.
Sarah:Â “Is that him… without his shirt on?!
Sarah:Â “Hawt!Â Remember I told you that I was having dreams about giving him oral sex in my kitchen.”
Jenny:Â “I know. I have that same dream every night myself.”
Sarah:Â “Now, I want to DO him in every room of the house.”
Jenny:Â “I hear you, Sarah. I think I just wet myself imagining what I could do withÂ excellent piece of manliness.”
Sarah:Â “Oh, Jenny, you’re making me hungry. And not for this Chinese Chicken Salad with low-fat dressing that I ordered. For a Neilochka sandwich.”
Jenny:Â “I bet you he’s not wearing pants in that photo.”
Sarah:Â “Of course he’s not. And I bet you his… his… thing… is as hard as Teddy Roosevelt’s mustache on Mount Rushmore.”
Jenny:Â “We’re never going to know.Â He cut the photo off at the waist.Â He’s so f**king mysterious. And dangerous.”
Sarah:Â “Hold on… uh, I just had an orgasm.Â And it’s not even twelve-thirty in the afternoon.”
Jenny:Â “Maybe he IS wearing pants in that photo. I’m imagining some nice Dockers khakis, tapered just right. It would look so good on him with a nice white button down shirt, and slightlyÂ shorterÂ haircut. Maybe Whoorl could help him.”
Sarah:Â “You could be right about him wearing pants. if he was aroused in this photo, you would see it.”
Jenny:Â “Amy from Momirific saidÂ it was three feet long.”
Sarah:Â “I thought that was an urban myth, but apparently Snopes said it was true.”
Jenny:Â “But who are we fooling,Â We’re never going experience the intense pleasure of a meaningless one-night stand with this co-dependent neurotic Jewish guy?”
Sarah:Â “That’s not true. He’s travelling to New York on Monday. Both Neil AND his Penis. They’re sitting in coach together. Now’s our chance.”
Jenny:Â “Really?Â Even to have three minutes of uncomfortable sex between the subway cars of the E train would be more exciting than winning ten million dollars in the Powerball lottery.”
Jenny:Â “He’ll be staying at his mother’s home. Just call him at 718-546-xxxx, and make the arrangement. Or you can leave a message with his mother at 212-723-xxxx. Just say that you are one of Neil’s blog readers and you’re interested in %$#@&*% him repeatedly while she is cruising in Alaska, or at least until he runs out of the pot roast that she is going to leave him in the freezer, wrapped in aluminum foil.”
Sarah:Â “But what about his wife, Sophia? Aren’t they still married?”
Jenny:Â “Well, technically they are. But get this… she has given him PERMISSION to SLEEP AROUND!”
Sarah:Â “That’s surprising. What exactly did she say?”
Jenny:Â “She said, “Neil, anyone who would sleep with you now is [REDACTED because it might put Sophia in a bad light, insulting the intelligence of some lucky female blogger].””
Sarah:Â “Woo-hoo! If it’s Ok with her… then I gotta go start shaving my legs and pubes.”
Jenny:Â “Forget it. Relax. When Neil takes off his glasses, he can hardly see anything in front of him. He’ll just think your pubes are your eyebrows.”
Sarah:Â “Perfect. I love men in glasses. One day, I hope to f*ck a completely blind guy. I won”t even have to put on makeup!”
yes. this is exactly how i talk. all of the time.
“The Intense Pleasure of a Meaningless One-night Stand with this Co-dependent Neurotic Jewish Guy” I think that’s the title of a Harlequin Romance I read in high school.
Real women do not say “oral sex” in that context. We say blow job. 🙂
keep working on it, not quite there yet, although i bet the part about the pot roast in the freezer is bang on.
The last line of this is THE most authentic.
oh dear lord. and your mother reads your blog. i have to wonder what she thinks about all of this!
on the other hand i could be jealous of your mom. my mom knows about my blog, but she says she doesn’t read it. she says i already talk to much and that reading my blog would just subject her to more of my useless drivel. um…should i be offended?
Oh wow, this is so much better. All I ever think about is performing oral sex on anyone with a penis, and when I’m not thinking about that I’m thinking about penises and the dimensions thereof.
And you wonder why women think all men are raging hornballs!
It’s like I’m stepping into a conversation between two women. It’s uncanny.
I KNEW IT!!!
I’ve gotta tell you, if I hadn’t read the title of this post, I would have thought this was a direct transcript between two women!
Jenny: â€œI hear you, Sarah. I think I just wet myself imagining what I could do with excellent piece of manliness.â€
I don’t know that I’ve ever peed on myself in excitement over a guy.
Gotten wet – yes.
Wet myself – no.
But, I guess, for some guys . . . toMAto, toMAHto
Sounds like normal lunch conversation to me.
Too funny, but If I could have an orgasm just thinking about a guy, I’d never get anything done.
Epic FAIL Neil.
And do you know why?
Because you assumed the blow job wasn’t as big a deal as the sex. Which is completely opposite of how women think.
You need a female editor is all. 🙂
Natalie — I think my mother would say “whatever makes you happy…”
I also blame her for being in therapy.
:-). You are special Neil, yes, you are.
creaming in my jeans
so do that
trim the bush
You are getting better though.
You’re a dead sexy bitch Neil…making all the girls so randy. Yeah, baby, YEAH!! Please send MoJo.
these posts are starting to convince me that I’m really a man.
Classic, thanks, I needed that!
Thank you for painting women in such an accurate light. I found this extremely educational, not to mention erotic.
In factâ€¦â€uh,â€ I just had an orgasm.
If you are going for realism, then you must clarify, especially for Karen Sugarpants, that the women in your scene are non-Jewish women since neither the words or the act pass the lips of any self respecting Jewish woman.
This clarifies so much.
Are these women being sarcastic? If so, it’s good.
Thank you for the encouragement on my writing. It just goes to show that if you have a good subject matter, the dialogue just flows easily.
you’ll go far with female dialog. I talk like that on the phone with all my girlfriends, every day. Sometimes we even IM like that.
Well, at least you made them thirty-something. If your fantasy conversations involved all twenty-something blonds, I’d be offended and such.
Interesting too about the last line. I never use f— like that, as intended, as a verb. Crude. Adjective, yes. F*ing jerk. F*ing traffic. Absolutely. But, when I see it used in it’s original sense, I cringe. Huh?!
I just voted for your blog for Bloggers Choice Awards.
Could you return the favor at:
I never say “wet myself.” I always “tingle in that special place.”
But as a woman, I can break that whole conversation down into a much shorter version:
Jenny: Sarah, go read Neilochka right now and tell me what you think.
Sarah: Yeah, I’d do him and he wouldn’t have to wait until his birthday to get the “special stuff” either.
Jenny: For sure.
Mattie: I’m a firm believer in saying thinks concisely. Thanks.
AnyMommy – Oddly, I never use the word the other way. If f**king is supposed to be a good thing, why would I say that about the traffic?
*Cue scary music*
Frank: We gotta take him out.
Tony: How we gonna do that, Frankie?
The guy is always surrounded
Frank: That’s the problem right there,
Tony. He ain’t leavin’ nothin’
for us average blogger schlubs.
Tony: Maybe Sophia will help us.
Frank: Yeah! He probably never hooked
up the WII.
If you want to learn to write realistic dialogue, hang out in bars — or coffee shops, or on trains or buses — with a notebook, and listen. Even when people notice the person with the notebook, it never occurs to them that you’re writing down what they’re saying. I always have a notebook handy when the phone rings, too. You always think you’re going to remember, later, the funny things the other person said, but you don’t.
Manly — Frank? Tony? Is the the Rat Pack?
“Sarah: â€œPerfect. I love men in glasses. One day, I hope to f*ck a completely blind guy. I wonâ€t even have to put on makeup!â€”
Why is that men always tell you that you are prettier without makeup after you are officially dating? Is a plot to keep you ‘ugly’ so no other guys will want their woman? 😉
She’s on to us fellas.