[Beeps.]
[Music.]
Everything is a lie.
I'm sick of cynicism, of crappy facades,
of edgy tarts and slobbering bozos.
How simple it would be to clarify everything.
"Hi. I've been watching you.
I think you have a nice smile, and a great body.
I'd love to spend the night with you.
If everything goes well, I could love you for the rest of my life."
That would be easy.
But no, the opposite always happens.
"Hi.
What's your name?"
"My name is Adela and I'm bitter.
I'm sick of pigs like you.
So if you don't mind, get lost."
I ask her name, and for that, I'm a pig.
How disgusting.
Another night sleeping alone.
I'm so sick of it.
On top of that, fat Anna is turning purple.
The worst part is not sleeping alone,
but waking up with no one to make me breakfast.
It's very hard to be romantic and a nympho at the same time.
Self confidence.
That is the key.
Only problem is, finding the right balance.
I can act self assured, but will they notice?
Is it a question of sparks?
If it were, that chick would be burning.
I like watching him.
I could fall in love with him at one glance.
Anna's cow will think it's bullshit.
But, I know that look.
She has no idea.
Why can't you pick up my vibes?
[Music]
He looks like a teddy bear.
A teddy bear...I would not mind
sleeping with.
Red lips drive me crazy.
Anyway, you will have a made to order boyfriend,
That's all.
He's pretty attractive.
Seems like a good guy. Has a good personality.
The personality is crucial.
Would he be good in bed?
She's making my motor run. Just has to wear a garter belt.
I'm already in love. I'm infatuated.
Why am I always getting boners?
If she only knew I'm on fire for her.
I can't do this any more. Come to mama.
What?
If she'd only look at me.
All I have left is masturbation, or suicide.
Of course, no one facing that choice picks suicide.
Buddy, why can't you figure it out? Come closer.
Nevermind, forget it. Forget it. Don't look, don't look.
The important thing now is to choose which porno.
Maybe the one about the hooker with the huge tits.
Pardon, Mr. Teddy Bear. Got a light?
Missed my chance. Why did I quit smoking? What a bitch.
Nope, no way.
I love you, although tonight I go to bed with a hooker.
On top of it all, I'm an idiot.
That bastard, doesn't he have a clue?
How did I become such an asshole?
I'm stupid.
I'm a coward.
Autistic.
Subhuman.
Repressed.
Gay.
Well, that's that.
I'm going to find out.
[Music.]
How horrible. What a shame.
This really stinks.
That's what I was missing. Going away makes things better.
That hair, those eyes, that ass. That everything.
Come on, come on.
Not talking, not talking. But what do I say?
I'm cold, I'm cold. I feel nothing.
Let's see. "How are you?
What's your name? Where are you going?"
"My name is Mayte, and I want to take you to the garden."
Since I saw you, you're the only woman for me.
I love the way you walk.
Do you snore? I read in bed and wear men's pajamas.
I like cereal for breakfast.
I'm a secretary, but always wanted to be a ballerina.
I hate people who wear sweats on a Sunday.
All my panties are black. Do you wear boxers?
Do you know the Big Bang Theory? - I'm allergic to dogs.
What will we name our son?
[Train whistle.]
[Tense music.]
Shit, I have to go now.
[Tense music.]
[Brakes screech.]
Stay or go?
[Tense music.]
What do I do?
Why doesn't he move?
Follow me, follow me.
[Automatic doors open.]
Don't go. Stay with me.
Come on. Come on.
Boarding?
What are you waiting for?
[Pensive music.]
What else do you want to know?
[Music, increasing.]
[Train whistle.]
My life.
My love!
[Doors slam.]
No!
Nooo!!
[Romantic music.]
I want you. Some day, we'll start a family.
I will wait for you always, my love.
Forever.
[Romantic music]