the best man

writing dialogue is probably my least favorite part of writing. nonetheless, it's imperative to storytelling.  so i decided to read a book dedicated to dialogue and the creation thereof.  this is what i came up with.  i'm even gonna make this grammatically correct and i didn't even type this first, i wrote it out. physically, i wrote this down in my new little notebook, the kind of notebook that if i die famous would be revealed for a lot of money.  i digress.

The warm sun came flooding through his bedroom windows.  Her flat hair and puffy eyes were the only evidence left of last night's storm.  Yet and still, like nature, all of her moods were beautiful without speaking.  Lance and Mia were staring at one another, having an unspoken contest.  Who would blink first?  Who would give in to the other?
This time, it would be Mia. She blinked and she spoke.
"What are you thinking when you look at me like that? she asked, her words muffled by the sheets covering everything but her eyes.
He loved her eyes.  They were the windows to her soul.  He was used to having entire conversations with the quiet eyelashes and those transparent pupils.  Lance smirked. "Nothing.  What are you thinking?"
Mia sucked her teeth.  Everything was a secret with him.   She wondered how many secrets could a naked man keep.  The reminder of his nakedness made her smile through her frustrations.
"I'm thinking about a movie," she replied.  "You ever see The Best Man?"
Lance's mouth said yes but his face said no.
"Do you remember it? she asked.
"Not really."
"Ok well," Mia started as she sat up with the sheet reaching the top of her breasts instead of the top of her nose.  She freed her hands to add choreography to her story like only a New Yorker could.  Once she was situated she began. "This couple was getting married and the day of the wedding, he finds out that she slept with his best friend and I'm not talking about a hit it and quit it either.  I'm talking about love making with the slow jams playing in the back, tongues in each others' mouth, all night till the sun comes up lovemaking.  Intentional sex."
Lance hung on to her every word anxious to find the connection between this film and this moment.  Mia had always kept him entertained.  She was a storyteller, a modern day Scheherazade.  When they were reunited months ago, she looked good, but there was more to the skinny cheerleader he had known in high school.  Her words kept him coming back night after night and before he knew it, life with her was suddenly more appealing than life as a bachelor.  That's how they ended up in the same bed, each to their designated sides.
"Mind you," she continued, "he was doing his own thing during their entire relationship.  She gave him her virginity and he gave her grief.  He was a star football player in college so you know how that goes."
Lance was displeased at the assumption while recalling his own days as an athlete.  He had managed to be faithful but he also knew that locker rooms were no place for monogamy.
"Nonetheless, the idea of your girl steppin' out literally eats y'all up inside."
"Yes. That makes a n.gga sick," Lance spoke with disgust and familiarity.
Mia rambled on through the double standard. "Anyway, he was distraught the day of the wedding.  He was visibly shaken.  Yet and still, he goes to the altar.  When the time comes for their vows, he looks at her.  He looks at her with such anguish and admiration.  He has tears in his eyes and he says, 'a woman's virtue is a man's greatest glory.'  He loves her, you know.  He loves her so much that he's still going to marry her in spite of the most intolerable transgression."
Mia's voice raises with shock as she is equally confused and inspired by the groom's humanity.  Her eyes get bigger as she describes the moment at the altar in detail.  "His biggest joy and his biggest pain in the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. It was intense - the way he looked at her.  That's what I think of when I look at you, that intensity."  She leaned her head back into the pillows, looking exhausted from the very intensity she just spoke of.  Before she could snuggle back under the sheets, Lance grabbed her waist.
He gave her a look of approval as he pulled her naked body into his.
"Aight cool," he said and ended his sentence with a kiss on Mia's forehead.
They were going to make love, slow jams playing in the back, tongues in each others' mouths, all night till the sun comes back up kind of love. Intentional sex.