(Mike is a 18 year old high school senior, trying to deal with growing up.  He is a little confused
about life in general and is determined to find out about the one mystery in his life “women.” 
He lives with his mother and three sisters.  His father left when he was very young and this has
no doubt made an impression on him and influenced his paths taken throughout his life.)

	
	Throughout the scene MIKE is sitting in a chair that represents a car.  The chair faces
the left and he addresses the audience as if they are seated in the passengers seat next to him.



MIKE:  I opened a door for this girl yesterday and she gave me the
look of death.  Am I not supposed to do that?  Well, I tried it today,
and it didn’t work.  I stood there against the wall and waited.  Finally
she huffed and opened the door herself.  Immediately I felt like an
idiot.  I don’t know, maybe I should never go in anywhere ever again. 
I don’t even know why I bother sometimes.  I live with my mom and
three sisters, but I still have no clue about women.  It’s not like they
have helped any.  (high pitched voice) “Women are supposed to be
mysterious Mike!” (even more high pitched and naggingly) “Mike
your just a guy you wouldn’t understand!” (returns to normal voice) 
Well, then how the hell am I supposed to make them happy?  (pause)
There’s always so much pressure on me.  I have to be the man and take care of my family...but at
the same time I have to be sensitive without getting to “mushy.”  I’m the big brother and the man
of the house.  Usually, I’m expected to make things better because I’m a guy.  My dad left when
I was six.  My sisters were just babies, they don’t remember.  He beat her. (pause)  My dad beat
my mom.  I’m not sorry he left.  I know it is wrong to hit women.  (gravely)   My mom and I
don’t talk about it...ever.  (smiling)  We have a weird relationship.  I guess that’s what happens
in some single parent homes.  I’m strong for my mom and strong because I have to be.  ‘Cause
I’m a guy.  My sisters used to look up to me.  I was the big brother that would make everything
all right.  It was so simple when they were little, but now I’m only here to drive them and their
screaming pre-teen friends to the mall.  (laughing and shaking his head)  According to them I’m
“sooooo cute!”  I walk into a room full of girls and they giggle.  Why?  (shrugging)  Man, I feel
like I’m in elementary school again and they are chasing me around the playground trying to kiss
me.  Things were simpler when girls had cooties.  (mimes steering the car and lights go out)