Red Shoe Diaries

Meticulous handwriting, nice.

Elegant, but a little intimidating.

"Dear Red Shoes.

"There's something about your ad that compelled me to write.

"It struck me as sincere and very sad."

Yeah.

"Friday, March 13th.

"You might know it.

"Every Friday the 13th changes my life

"for better or for worse.

"Usually for worse."

It had been the day from Hell.

Of course, my car wouldn't start, the Dow fell 63 points,

then somebody stole my jacket in the restroom.

Taxi!

Hey, sister woman.

The nice man in the back seat

say you should get in out of the rain.

Him say he'll take you anywhere you want to go.

Taxi!

I'm sure he would.

Really, it's no problem.

I know what it's like to try to hail a cab in the rain.

Happened to me in New York, I got a terrible flu.

You don't want that.

Look, I'm going to count to three.

One, two,

two and a half.

Where are you headed?

Anywhere on the Westside.

It wasn't supposed to rain today, was it?

Hell, this isn't rain, white chocolate.

This is liquid sunshine here.

Thanks.

It was very nice of you.

Well you looked desperate.

I was desperate.

Look at you, you're shivering.

I'm fine.

I'll tell you what, will you try the heater please?

The heater I seen him broke down, but we're ticking.

You might want to hit this here help keep you a bit warmer.

No, thanks, thanks a lot.

(laughs) I tell you what, here.

Put on my jacket.

No, really, I'm fine. - Come on.

I'm fine.

You don't look fine, I'll tell ya.

Teeth are chattering.

You're about an inch away from getting really sick.

You sound like my mother.

I do? - Yeah.

Thank you.

It's not a compliment.

Look, I'll get your jacket all wet.

Really I'd rather--

You know, if I were you I'd take off my blouse, seriously.

Or else you're going to be warm on the outside

and cold on the inside.

He's telling the truth.

Really.

Look, I promise I won't look.

Me neither.

Yeah, sure. - Here, go on.

Oh, what the hell.

Eyes on the road, my man.

There you go.

Feel better?

Much better, thank you.

Wow, let me ask you something.

Do you put henna on your hair or is that your natural color?

It's really pretty.

What?

What are you, a hairdresser? (laughs)

Do I look like a hairdresser?

No.

As long as you're not a stalker.

Come on, would it matter?

Of course it would matter,

what kind of car you drive, where you live,

your bank account, it all matters.

Only four things really matter, laughter, kindness,

the endurance of beauty, and truly great pizza.

Not love?

Too many side effects.

Hm, wait, wait, wait.

Oh, it's just a raindrop.

Looked like a tear.

This be it, man.

Your jacket.

Please, keep it.

I'll drop it off.

You could come up.

I'll messenger it over to you.

Hm, my housekeeper always leaves

a nice pot of vegetable soup.

I really can't--

Always too much for one.

I can't.

Vegetable barley.

I'm late, I'm late.

With a dash of nutmeg.

I really can't.

I think you can.

I can't.

Come on, now, what are you white people going to do?

Why can't white chocolate go up

and try some of the man homemade soup?

What's wrong with ya?

Okay, a cup of soup, just a cup.

Just a cup.

There you go, man.

(laughs) How much do I owe you?

You owe me plenty 'cause I got her out the cab.

39.95.

Keep the change. - Thank you much.

God bless you, one love.

I don't know what it was

that made me decide to go with him.

Maybe it was his brown eyes.

Maybe it was the joint the cab driver was smoking.

Or maybe I'd just been alone too long.

When you're single in your early 30s,

when your heart's been broken one too many times,

you become cautious and you begin to let your ambitions

and your work take over.

And you like it that way.

It's safer that way.

Lonely sometimes, but safe.

Let me take the bag.

There you go, this wet thing.

Make yourself at home.

This is great.

Did you design it?

No.

Okay, so if you're not an architect you must be a painter.

A designer.

No.

You know, I hope you like parsnips

'cause Maria, my housekeeper grows them in her backyard.

So, you're not going to tell me what you do, right?

No.

Right, I mean, you're right.

After all, all that matters is really great pizza.

Right.

Hi, it's me.

Where are you, seriously?

Call me, bye.

Maybe this isn't such a hot idea.

I think I should go.

We can get together for a drink sometime, someplace.

What for?

Well, I don't know.

I mean, isn't that what we're supposed to do?

I mean, go to a movie and then have dinner

and get to know each other kind of?

We have dinner.

We can watch a movie, if you like.

I have some cassettes I think you'd really like.

That's not what I mean.

Then say what you mean.

I really don't know what I'm doing here.

You're here because you're cold.

And because you're hungry.

And because you're wearing my jacket.

And because something happened in that cab

I think you're not ready to let go of.

I bet everyone in your office thinks you make love

whenever you want, because they only see your beauty,

never your sadness, or your fear.

What do you think I'm afraid of?

I think you're afraid that I'm talking you

into doing something that you already want to do.

Just say stop if you want me to stop.

Stop, stop, stop, stop.

Wait, do you have a condom?