> ## Content Index > Fetch the complete content index at: https://www.lejournaldeminuit.com/llms.txt > Use this file to discover other available public pages before exploring further. # How I Met That Crazy Stupid Love - URL: https://www.lejournaldeminuit.com/how-i-met-that-crazy-stupid-love/ - Published: 2026-01-07T08:12:00.000Z - Updated: 2026-08-22T08:13:22.000Z - Author: emeric le hors - Tags: Pieces in English *In a bar, at night, in New York, Manhattan* *Loud chatter in the background.* *Two men stand by the counter talking, Ed, dressed in a casual top not buttoned shirt, and a pair of jeans, and Bryan, wearing a pristine black tailored suit.* Ed: … and so I told my boss that I should be in charge of the project. Bryan: She just gave you the look. Ed: What? Bryan: Girl at 5 o’clock. She gave you the look, like she wants you to come talk to her. Ed: But what do I say to her? Bryan: Doesn’t matter. It could be anything… Okay, try “I know what you want, and I can give it to you.” Ed: Isn’t it a bit sketchy? Bryan: Doesn’t matter, it’s all about the attitude. Ed: I don’t know… Bryan: Trust me. It’s about the attitude. Have you not listened to what the girls say on TikTok? Delulu is the solulu. Ed: You’re on Tiktok? Bryan: Anyway, do it. *Ed goes to the girl. The camera stays on Bryan. A loud slapping noise is heard through the bar, and Bryan’s face grins in pain. Ed comes back to the counter.* Ed: Damn I got slapped. Bryan: Yeah I saw that. It must have hurt. Ed: I told you your line was sketchy. Bryan: Okay, how did you say it? Ed: I just said it. Bryan: Come on, there are the words, and there is how you say them. Pretend that I’m the girl, and that you’re saying the line to charm me. Ed (*forehead tilted forward, with a blank stare*): I know what you want, and I can give it to you. Bryan: That delivery was perfect…if you planned to murder her. Ed: No, it’s your line that is lame. Bryan: it’s your attitude. Ed: It’s your line. Bryan: It’s your attitude. Ed: Okay! Prove it then. The red hair girl over there (*pointing with his thumd to the other side of the counter*). I’m pretty sure she gave you *the look*. Go to her and say your line. Bryan (*rehearsing the line in three different ways*): I know what you want, and I can give it to you. … . I know what you want I can give to you… I know what you want I can give to you. *Bryan walks confidently to the red hair girl that strangely enough looks exactly like Emma Stone.* Bryan: I know what you want and I can give it you. Emma (*spits her beer*) (*recorded laughs in the background*): Oh my god... Did you rehearse that line? Bryan: Actually, I did. What did you think of the delivery? Emma: I give it a six. For the attitude. Bryan: That was my point… Now that you’ve wasted half of it because of me, can I buy you a drink? Emma: Thank you, but no. I already know you’re a dead end. Bryan: How is that? You’re a psychic or something? Emma: No. It’s just self-respect. If we were to like one another, and date, what would I say to my friends: “He came up to me in a bar, and said: “I know what you want, and I can give it to you.” And I fell for that.” So thank you, but no for the drink. *Emma gets up from her chair, and starts walking away from the counter toward the opposite area of the bar.* Bryan (*in a loud voice*): Actually I was thinking something more casual than dating. (*Bryan grins and whispers*) raw sex. *Emma stops.* Emma: Ew… I wish I could unsee… whatever that was. Bryan: Too late. *Emma walks towards Bryan.* Emma: But actually, I’ve got my best friend here. She’s been in the bathroom for the last five minutes. I think she’s crying her heart out because she broke up with her boyfriend for the sixth time. I don’t even know what to say to her anymore. Maybe you could hit on her. You could be a fun distraction. Bryan: So I’m fun? Emma: You’re a distraction. Bryan: Sorry but I don’t do heartbroken girlfriends. Five minutes into the conversation, she’ll talk about her ex, and I’ll want to hang myself out of boredom. Emma: I could tell that you were an empath. Bryan: No I’m not… but my friend over there is. (points at Ed) Emma: Hmm. Bryan: Maybe we could pair them up together. He can be a bit clumsy when it comes to starting a conversation, but he’s actually a cool guy. Emma: Yeah, it could be a way. *Emma’s friend comes out of the bathroom, still drying her tears. She’s a beautiful woman, with dark straight hair, a radiant face, and a light brown skin. She walks to Emma.* Bryan: Okay, but before we do that, promise me that you won’t tell him that I blew my chances with you with that first line. I was just trying to make a point. Deal? *Emma stares at him intensely for a second, then raises her hand.* Emma: Deal. *They shake their hand.* Bryan to Emma’s friend: Hey, have you met Ed?