The Veríssimo Project

Dentist's waiting Room. Man in his forties. Young, beautiful woman. She flips through a Cruzeiro from 1950. He pretends to read a Dental Life.
He thinks: what a woman. Those legs. It's rare, seeing legs nowadays. Everyone's wearing jeans. We're back to the time where the most you could hope to see was the ankle. I've always been a leg man. Legs with stockings. Nylon stockings. Man, I'm an old-timer. It made a good sound. Swish-swish. They crossed their legs and swish-swish. I was crazy 'bout the swish-swish.
She thinks: funny. He's reading that magazine upside down.
He thinks: I will rip your clothes off and kiss you all over. I'll start at your feet. Imagine the scene. The nurse opens the door and finds us naked, I'm down on the ground kissing your feet. What's going on here?!?! It's not what you think ma'am, there's something in this lady's eye and I'm trying to get it out. But the eye is on the other end. I was getting there! I was getting there!
She thinks: he's looking at my legs over the magazine. I'm gonna uncross and recross my legs again. That'll show him.
He thinks: she uncrossed and recrossed her legs again! My God. She's trying to kill me. She knows I'm looking. Also, my magazine is upside down. Now what? I'll have to say something.
She: he looks nice enough, poor guy. Salt and pepper. Distinguished. He's gonna say something.
He: what do I say? I have to make a reference to the magazine being upside down. I can't let her think I'm a fool. I'm no teenager. I can pretend to look at the magazine a little more closely and say, "you know what, I just realized this magazine is upside down! I thought it was in Russian." She'll laugh and then I'll say, "And that Cruzeiro of yours? It's so old its probably written in latin, isn't it?" Then we will both laugh, in a civilized manner. We will talk about the elections, and general things. After all, we are two normal people, meeting circumstantially in a waiting room. We will speak cordially to each other. Then I'll jump her and rip her clothes off.
She: is he gonna say something or what? He's shy. He'll probably talk about the weather. He's the kind of guy that still asks, "Ms. or Mrs.?" It would be different at least. These days guys are immediately ready to jump you... Wanna switch positions, baby? But wait, we haven't even met, we haven't made love in any position at all! I just hate foreplay. This guy is different. Distinguished. Respectful.
He: what should I say? There is an obvious approach. We are both waiting to see a dentist. That's something we have in common. First visit? No, no. I've been coming here for years. I'm in the middle of treatment. Root canal? Yup. And you? My annual check-up. I might have a cavity back here. Wanna see? I don't know if this light is... Let's go to my apartment. The light is better there. Or she'll say, poor thing, you must be in so much pain. Come here, lay your head on my shoulder. I'll give you a kiss to make the pain go away. It hurts... Maybe if I use my tongue...
She: he gave up on saying something. I like timid men. Mature and timid. He's fanning himself with the magazine. He's gonna mention the weather. Hot, huh? And I'll say, "it's summer." And he'll go, "that's exactly it! You are so insightful. Let's get out of here and grab a draft." "Don't even mention beer." "You don't like beer?" "It's my crown...anything cold makes it hurt like hell." Oh, so you're here to see the dentist, just like me. What a crazy coincidence! We're both hot, we both agree it's because it's summer. We both have the same dentist. It's destiny. You're the woman I've been waiting for all these years. Will you marry me?
He: She's almost done with the magazine... She's done! She looked at me. Now's the time. I'll say, "Are you here to have your legs cleaned? I mean, teeth? Or for something a little more serious like love at first sight?"
She: what if I say something? I need someone stable in my life. Someone grey. This could be my big break. If he says anything, I'm going for it. "Hot, huh?" "I love you too!"
He: I better not say anything. She's too hot. Who am I? She's got too much leg for me. If she only had one... But two! Forget it. Think about your cavity. It'll do you good. Saying a little something couldn't hurt, though. You come here often? Do you like Roberto Carlos? I wonder what black holes are like? My God, she's gonna say something.
-Could you...
-No! I mean yes...
-Pass me another magazine?
-Sure... Cicada or the Weekly?
-Cicada.
-Here you go.
-Thanks.
The nurse opens the door and says:
-Next.
And they never see each other again.