Single Nora - Episode 1
by Nora Jobling & Lisa Fugere
Clad in lingerie, Nora bats her eyes at Christopher…
Who smiles back seductively…
From her laptop screen.
You’re so hot when you smile at me like that.
And you’re the sexiest woman I know.
I can’t believe you’ve been in Brazil for 2 whole years…
I can’t wait for you to be home…
So we can finally get married.
Suddenly, a phone dings near Christopher.
He picks it up and reads a message.
Hey, babe…
Something just came up at the hospital.
I gotta go.
Now? Really?
I’m sorry…
I’ll call you tomorrow.
Okay…
Love you!
Disappointed, Nora gets up and walks to the kitchen for a glass of water.
Suddenly, a noise catches her attention.
Is that…grunting?
She hurries back to her laptop.
On the screen, she sees Christopher in his bed…
Sharing a passionate kiss…
With a man.
Christopher? Christopher!?!
Neither of the shirtless men can hear her.
Nora frantically assaults her computer, to no avail.
She slams the laptop shut and puts her hand over her mouth…
Her engagement ring sparkling.
WHAT THE FU—
2 months later
Nora sits in a radio booth wearing a pair of headphones.
The sign overhead is lit up to mark she’s “ON AIR.”
This is Nora Fitzgerald…
And you’re listening to Afternoon Delight on KCR1, The Fog.
If you’re just tuning in, that was “The End of the World” by Skeeter Davis…
A song for those days when life after love doesn’t seem worth living.
If only it was as easy to forget as it is to remember.
It would be a lot easier if your ex stopped posting happy Instagram photos…
…With his new, sexy male lover.
But there’s no such thing as a clean break anymore.
Getting dumped is messy business, listeners.
And, as I learned this week, so is moving on.
Earlier that week
Nora’s phone dings on her nightstand.
Slowly, she wakes up and fumbles for the phone.
She lifts her eye mask and groans as she sees an event reminder:
“You are getting married TODAY!”
Nora drops the phone onto her bed.
From the covers, it dings again.
She reads the slew of group text messages that began pouring in at 7am:
Morning! Nora, how are you?
No pressure! But whenever you wake up, let’s talk!
Whoa. Way too early for this.
Some of us went to bed 2 hours ago.
Sorry! Thought you would want to be in on this!
We need to distract her today!
You realize she can see that message.
Crap. Sorry, Nora.
If you need a distraction, we’re here for you!
I’m going back to bed. Wake me up in 2 hours.
Exactly 2 hours later, Heather texts again:
You guys awake yet?
Unsubscribe.
Sighing, Nora opens her email.
Amidst theSkimm…
Her Nordstrom credit card statement…
And a Venmo receipt from Quinn titled, “9 shots of Jose Cuervo”…
She has an email from her mom:
Nora, darling, we miss you at the Tahoe house.
Your sister is here with the kids.
Still not too late to change your mind!
XOXO! Mom.
Nora exits email and opens her voicemail…
Throwing off the covers and jumping out of bed…
When sees a message waiting from Christopher.
She presses play.
Nora! Darling, hi, how are you?
Wow, it’s been a while.
Looks like you’ve been doing great…
I saw your post from the park the other day.
You look really good.
Nora looks in a mirror at her bed-head and messy sleep shirt.
Listen, I’m calling because…
I know today would have been our wedding day…
And I wanted to see how you’re feeling about everything.
I’m back in San Francisco, as planned…
And I’m having a welcome home party tomorrow night.
If it’s not too weird, I’d love to have you there.
I also really want you to meet Manuel.
Nora gapes in sheer horror.
He brought HIM back here!?
Check out the Facebook invite, okay?
Nora pulls up Facebook to find the invite.
It features a picture of Christopher and Manuel in front of the Golden Gate Bridge.
She quickly closes Facebook and opens her messages.
She responds to the group text:
Brunch?
30 minutes later
Wearing Lululemons and sporting dark circles under her eyes…
Nora emerges from her apartment.
Looking down, she notices a small kitten on her doormat.
Well, hello.
She bends down to scratch the kitten’s ears.
Did somebody abandon you, too?
Suddenly, her next-door neighbor Spencer’s door opens…
And another kitten barrels out.
Hot on its heels, Spencer runs out the door with another kitten under his arm.
Quick, don’t let it go down the stairs!
Nora runs to grab the fleeing kitten and catches it.
She brings it back over to Spencer.
New business venture?
I found all these strays in the basement.
I’m trying to find them new homes…
But the little things keep escaping from my apartment.
This is a ploy to meet women, isn’t it?
Spencer notices the kitten at Nora’s feet.
Oh, another one!
How many of them do you have?
I’m not gonna lie…I didn’t even know this one was missing.
Don’t they teach you how to care for strays in landlord school?
Maybe you should keep one.
Might make you feel better.
I feel fine.
We share a wall…
I can hear you crying and falling asleep to Sex and The City reruns every night.
No idea what you’re talking about.
She hands the kitten back to him.
Besides, I don’t have time for a cat.
Too busy learning all the words to Celine Dion’s greatest hits?
Spencer scoops up the last kitten.
Holding all 3, he heads back into his apartment.
Brunch
Nora and Heather sit at a table with pancakes and mimosas.
You knew this day was coming.
He’s throwing a welcome home party…
The day after we were supposed to get married.
That’s just insensitive!
To be fair, you guys had already ordered the caterer and the centerpieces…
So really, he's just being thrifty.
Nora rolls her eyes.
I am not ready for this.
I’m supposed to be a whole new woman when I see him again.
You know? Lose 10 pounds, change my hair color…
Have a hot new boyfriend!
You look great!
Any guy would be lucky to date you.
Then why are they so hard to find?
As she looks pleadingly at Heather, images flood Nora’s brain:
All the times she’s sat on the BART train…
Scanning the handsome young men—
Who are all too glued to their smartphones to notice her.
That time she read Shakespeare in the park with coffee…
And smiled at a handsome stranger…
Only to have the moment interrupted—
By a homeless man who started preaching nearby.
Then there was that awkward coffee shop moment…
When she stood in line between 2 good-looking guys.
But just as she turned to talk to one—
He turned to kiss a girl standing next to him.
And when she turned to talk to the other—
He turned to kiss the boy standing next to him.
Nora looks at Heather dejectedly.
Maybe I know someone I can set you up with.
Heather pulls out her phone and starts scrolling through her Facebook friends.
Late to brunch, Quinn stands outside of the restaurant…
Leaning against a large, attractive man on a chopper motorcycle.
Last night was wonderful…
But I just don’t see this going anywhere long-term.
Are you serious?
I don’t know what I was thinking.
I just went through a really bad breakup…
And I’m clearly not ready—
Hold up. I thought you said you’d been single for 6 years!
Look, Marcus—
Marshawn.
Marshawn. We had a beautiful night.
Let’s not ruin it with any of that relationship crap.
How can you say that after the things we did last night?
Look, you have very talented hands—
Marshawn puts on his bike helmet and starts the engine.
Whatever, Quinn. If you change your mind…
You know where to find me.
He slams his visor shut and rides off into the distance.
Quinn hurries inside to join Heather and Nora at their table.
I know, I know. I’m 30 minutes late.
My date last night ran a little longer than anticipated.
Last night was like, 12 hours ago.
Was this bicycle guy?
Nah, a new one.
Motorcycle guy.
How do you meet so many men?!
Tinder. Hinge. OkCupid. Bumble.
Are those Pokémon?
Welcome to your future.
The last time I went on a date…
Most people didn’t even have cell phones.
Nora remembers being 16.
Sitting in her parents’ house…
Clutching a cordless phone…
Excitedly babbling to Heather…
About the guy who invited her to a Destiny’s Child concert…
Looking around the table, Nora realizes how far away from that time she is.
This is all so confusing.
Doesn’t anybody meet the old-fashioned way anymore?
Heather scrolls through her phone, half participating in the conversation.
Of course they do.
At the same time, Quinn speaks:
No.
But the apps could be fun!
And getting your groove back might help you feel more confident!
Quinn looks Nora up and down.
Wearing something other than sweats in public might also help.
Hit me when I’m down.
Don’t worry, Nora.
I’ve got the perfect guy to set you up with: Garrett.
Oh sure, just replace one Ken doll with another.
That night
Nora finds herself sitting across from Garrett in a very hipster bar.
His eyes are bloodshot.
We were planning a trip to Mexico together.
The company I was working for had just been bought by Google…
And I had enough cash to rent a yacht for the trip.
Garrett’s eye twitches at random.
I didn’t know you were a sailor.
I was on the team at Yale.
Do you tame velociraptors, too?
What is that?
You know, from Jurassic—
Never mind.
The first week of our trip, everything was perfect.
Watching the sunrise every morning…
Eating fresh fish we caught that day.
On the 7th day, I was planning to propose.
I dropped anchor somewhere along the Mexican coast.
I had arranged for a helicopter to fly over at dawn…
And drop rose petals down onto us.
Garrett rubs his eyes, which turn even pinker.
The helicopter was supposed to lower a rope…
So we could climb on board.
And I was going to propose as we flew over the coast at sunrise.
Garrett’s eye twitches again and he sniffs.
Nora can’t tell if he’s crying.
So…she said no?
I never got the chance to ask.
The propeller got caught in the sails…
It’s all still a blur.
We jumped into the water, and Janelle—
Garrett buries his face in his hands.
Janelle didn’t…she didn’t…
Drown? Did she?!
When Garrett looks up, his eyes are glassy and red.
No. It’s even worse.
She got chopped by the propeller!?
There was a nearby boat of locals.
They rescued us…
And Janelle left me for a fisherman named Juan.
Oh my God. That’s such a coincidence.
Did your one and only leave you for a fisherman, too?
It was a Brazilian named Manuel.
Garrett clasps Nora’s hand.
This feels like fate.
I’m so glad Heather introduced us.
Your ex doesn’t know what he is missing.
They gaze lovingly into each other’s eyes.
Present day
In the radio booth, Nora resumes her show.
So, you put on this great front to let the world know you’re fine…
When really you cry yourself to sleep at night…
And snuggle with empty wine bottles.
If everyone believes you’re doing great—
Maybe that means you ARE doing great.
How can you tell the difference between reality…
And the facade we put online?
This next song is all about what happens on the inside…
When you go through a breakup.
Janis Joplin’s 1968 cover of “Piece of My Heart.”
No matter how hard you try to fake it, listeners…
Reality always slaps you in the face.
Earlier that week
The day after her date with Garrett…
Nora is a whole new woman—
She’s styled her hair, done her makeup, and put on a pair of high heels.
She looks beautiful and polished.
She pours coffee into a tumbler…
While humming Hall & Oates “You Make My Dreams Come True.”
She opens her door to once again find an adorable kitten staring up at her.
Back again, eh?
She reaches down and gently scratches its ears.
The kitten purrs and nuzzles her.
Nora goes back inside and returns with a piece of cheese, which the kitten starts licking.
Spencer comes out of his door.
Nora flings the cheese behind her and straightens.
Again!? How do they do it?
Remind me to never trust you with my valuables.
Spencer nods toward the cat.
I see you two are becoming friends now.
What? Nooooo. No no…
I was just trying to leave and this little beast got in my way.
Spencer looks Nora up and down.
You have a job interview today?
What’s with the heels?
Actually, I have a date later.
With your Netflix account?
Jealousy is unbecoming on you.
Nora scoops up the kitten and hands it back to him as she walks away.
She’s heading to the mall to meet Heather and Quinn.
There, they comb through racks of dresses.
He was on the sailing team at YALE.
And he loves Monty Python, and — get this—
He cuts the crust off his toast, too!
Aww, I’m so happy for you, Nora!
How was he in bed?
Perfect and romantic.
Nora’s mind flashes back to an image of the night before:
She and Garrett cuddled on the couch, watching Titanic…
Holding each other, sobbing, with a pint of ice cream and a box of tissues between them.
Wow, this guy sounds a lot like this other guy you were dating…
Just then, Heather’s boyfriend, Dean, walks up to the group…
Carrying shopping bags from Bed Bath & Beyond.
As he and Heather start arguing about Dean’s recent purchases…
Quinn leans into Nora.
See what you’re avoiding with your newfound freedom?
I wouldn’t be so quick to move in with Ken doll 2.0.
Garrett is helping me get through this breakup…
And Lord knows I need all the help I can get.
Plus, I can’t wait to see the look on Christopher’s face…
When he sees me with someone new.
That night
At Christopher’s welcome home party…
Heather and Quinn stand together at a table.
How did she even convince this guy to show up?
If some guy tried to take me to party where his ex would be…
I’d run for the hills.
Thank God Garrett is more understanding than you are.
Dean approaches with drinks.
You’ll never believe who I ran into in the bathroom line.
Before he can explain, Nora and Garrett enter holding hands.
Nora and Garrett look so cute together!
I don’t remember his hair being so voluminous.
Yeah, this guy just keeps reminding me of someone…
Oh, right. The guy whose party we’re at.
Who’d you run into in the bathroom, babe?
Janelle Peterson.
Garrett’s ex.
Crap.
Moments later
Nora and Garrett are at the bar ordering drinks.
Thanks for coming with me tonight.
I know you didn’t have to, and it means a lot to me.
It feels good to be part of a couple again.
I’ve been so lonely…
And you’re really helping me through.
You’re the one helping me.
Garrett leans in for a kiss.
He lands a close-mouthed, almost familial kiss on her lips.
You know what, maybe we shouldn’t have come here.
I don’t need to prove anything to Christopher.
What do you say we get out of here?
Your wish is my command, milady.
They turn to leave, holding hands.
Right before they reach the door…
Garrett stops dead in his tracks.
What’s wrong?
It’s Janelle.
Ex-girlfriend Janelle?
Here? Now?
Hey Nora, can we pause for a moment.
I just want to say hello.
But you said you never wanted to speak to her again…
This will only take a minute.
Garrett leaves Nora and joins an extremely pretty woman.
Later
Nora, Heather, and Quinn sit at an appetizer table.
Where’s Garrett? He’s been gone kind of a while.
He’s still talking to Janelle.
In the supply closet.
Do you think they’re…you know?
Having sex? Yes.
I can’t believe this.
I really thought Garrett was over Janelle.
Just then, Christopher and Manuel approach the table.
Oh boy.
Nora, babe, I’m so glad you came!
Heather, Quinn, hello.
Heather and Quinn wave.
Hi, Christopher.
I want you to meet Manuel.
Manuel kisses Nora on both cheeks.
I’m so excited to finally meet you, Nora.
I can’t thank you enough…
For turning Christopher into this wonderful hunk of a man!
That’s me! Just getting them primed for their next great relationship.
Do I get to meet your date?
I heard you were here with a real stud.
Yes. Garrett. I think you two will really get along.
It is SO good to see you doing well.
I don’t want things to be weird between us.
No way. I’m like, super happy with my new beau.
Things couldn’t be better.
Just then, a commotion sounds from the center of the room.
Nora and the group turn to see Garrett and Janelle…
Holding hands and grinning.
They both look a little disheveled.
Everyone! I have an announcement.
I know this isn’t my party, but what can I say?
This woman makes me so happy…
I want to shout it from the rooftops!
Garrett?
Garrett doesn’t hear her.
Manuel turns to Nora.
Is that him? He IS a stud.
I thought I had lost the love of my life…
But fate brought us back together tonight…
And SHE SAID YES!
Janelle holds up her ring finger—
Displaying a shabby paper ring made out of napkins.
They kiss sensually, and everyone claps.
Well, this is awkward.
Garrett runs over.
Nora! I can’t thank you enough for bringing me here tonight.
You changed my life!
He kisses her on the cheek and runs off.
Heather calls after him:
You’re uninvited to my housewarming party!
That was your new boyfriend?
Yes, you imbecile.
Well, not exactly…
I don’t understand why you would tell me you had a boyfriend if you didn’t.
Nora’s voice rises.
Clearly, he wasn’t my boyfriend!
The crowd begins to turn its attention to the commotion.
Don’t you get it, Christopher?
I’m trying to not feel like a complete moron…
While you parade around like nothing is wrong…
The day after we were supposed to get married.
Nora, I thought we talked about this.
You lied and cheated with a GUY.
That’s not exactly something you get over…
With a pint of ice cream and good cry.
It wasn’t a very easy time in my life, Nora.
Oh, it wasn’t EASY for YOU?!
Well…you didn’t exactly give me an opportunity to tell you the truth.
You were so preoccupied with the wedding—
Yes, I was preoccupied…
You ran off to Brazil and left me to plan our big, stupid wedding all by myself!
Although maybe you would have been more helpful…
If I had asked your opinion about the meat entrées!
Nora picks up a piece of salami and hurls it at Christopher.
Nora, maybe—
Nora throws another piece of meat.
Quinn catches it, and takes the plate from Nora.
The room has gone quiet.
I gave you 10 years of my life.
You’re the only man I’ve ever had sex with…
And then you start playing for the other team!?
Do you know what that does to a girl’s self-esteem?!
If it’s any consolation, you trained him well.
Nora throws a tray of cheese at Christopher and Manuel.
Then she grabs a bottle of champagne, and storms out.
Heather and Quinn each grab their own bottle and run after her.
Dean, holding 3 drinks, follows them out.
Later that night
Nora, Quinn, Heather, and Dean sit on the floor of Nora’s apartment…
Each clutching their own champagne bottle from the party.
The meat throw might have been a little extreme…
But I have no regrets.
Sometimes you’ve gotta let it out.
I’m proud of you, Nora.
Me too.
Excellent follow-through on that charcuterie throw.
He deserved it. It was unacceptable to dick you around.
Especially when it involved other d— well…you know.
I still can’t believe Garrett got back together with Janelle!
I unfriended him on Facebook.
You know, being single doesn’t sound as bad as it did 24 hours ago.
…I have an idea.
Does your neighbor still have that projector?
30 minutes later
3 kittens running around on the floor can only mean one thing:
Spencer has now joined the group.
Everyone’s gaze is directed at the online dating app that is projected onto Nora’s wall.
Heather writes out the rules for a drinking game.
We drink every time a guy mentions his height in his profile, yes?
Do guys do that?
It’s code for “trying to get laid.”
What the hell kind of app is this?
Double drinks if he has a photo with a tiger!
Or a photo with a celebrity!
Dean looks at Heather.
How do you even know how this app works?
Quinn pulls up Nora’s profile, which shows several attractive photos of Nora and a bio reading:
“Have been professionally referred to as a love expert, want to find out how?”
I’m still not sure about the bio.
Are men going to get it?
I think it is fairly obvious.
She’s looking for a boyfriend, not a one-night stand.
You have to lure them in somehow.
Trust me on this.
What does yours say?
“I don’t do breakfast.”
Who doesn’t do breakfast? I love breakfast.
Let’s get to the swiping!
I’m ready to find my dream man.
An hour later, the mood has gotten rowdier as the collection of empty beer bottles has grown.
Everyone stares at the screen, rapt, as Heather swipes through profiles.
Every time they see one that fits the bill, they all cheers and drink.
A good-looking guy pops up, but Heather swipes left.
Why did you swipe left on him? He was smoking hot.
He put a gym selfie as his first photo.
He’s only looking for sex.
How do you know that?
You’ve never even used this app, Heather.
She’s right.
Speaking from experience?
Yes.
You don’t even go to the gym.
Another guy comes across the screen.
Dante: “If you’re looking for something casual, swipe left.”
Wow, that’s a really nice mansion. Do you think he lives there?
Swipe right!
Heather swipes right, and it’s a match.
Cheers.
Yes! Nora, you’re getting so many matches.
This is so much fun.
Almost immediately, Nora gets a message from Dante:
Hey gorgeous.
Nora quickly sends a reply:
Hey yourself, gorgeous.
Next week, we’ll work on your messaging skills.
The next morning
Nora and Spencer sit on Nora’s floor in sweatpants…
Surrounded by 3 kittens, and a lot of empty beer bottles.
They serenade the kittens with a guitar and a ukulele.
I got 142 matches last night!
Look at you, already cleaning up as a single woman.
I never had any doubts.
So, what happens now?
We begin the courtship over messaging…
And then meet for coffee after an appropriate amount of time?
Um. Yeah…you know, everyone has their own approach to these apps.
I think I’m going to really enjoy being single.
You know what goes really well with being single?
Spencer gestures towards the kittens lounging nearby.
I will NOT be the neighborhood cat lady.
Spencer winks.
Methinks the lady doth protest too much.
An hour later
Nora lays in bed, curled up…
With a kitten.
She snaps a selfie of the two of them and posts it on Instagram.
The next day
Nora continues with her radio show.
Instead of trying to forget your ex…
It feels like we are inundated with ways to replace them.
You grow up believing in fate…
But now you’re supposed to find love from a picture on a phone screen.
As she speaks, Nora’s mind wanders to her friends.
Is moving on impossible these days?
Or easier than it’s ever been?
There’s no guidebook to this strange new world.
So how does anybody find real love anymore?
She enviously thinks of Heather and Dean…
Sitting on their couch, drinking coffee.
Are we even looking?
Or are we all just swiping for the next best thing?
Her thought calls to mind an image of Quinn…
Sneaking out of a new man’s apartment.
This song is dedicated to myself…
And everybody out there on the quest to find “The One.”
We’re going to end today’s show…
With my girl Meghan Trainor’s:
“Dear Future Husband.”
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