Date Night (a play about purity)

Time:  Present Day


Setting(s):  Ginny’s bedroom; Desi’s bedroom; front seat of a car


Cast:   Ginny – a shy, plain Christian girl; mid teens

            Ginny’s Mom

            Desi – a “popular” girl at Ginny’s school; mid teens

            Connor – the object of Ginny’s affection; mid teens, but older than Ginny





Place:  Ginny’s bedroom, a typical teenaged girl’s room with posters, CD collection,

clothes strewn about, etc.


As music plays from her stereo, Ginny “vamps” before the mirror, playing with different hairstyles, facial expressions, etc.  Picks up different “less than modest” outfits from her bed and holds them up to herself.  There’s a knock on the door.


Mom:  Ginny?  Ginny, are you in there?


Ginny (startled):  Yeah, Mom, just a sec. 


(Frantically grabbing the clothes in a bundle, Ginny hides them under the pillow/blankets on her bed.  One miniskirt, however, falls to the floor unseen.)


Ginny (plopping on bed, trying to appear nonchalant):  You can come in.


Mom (walking in):  Whatcha doin’, honey?


Ginny:  Nothin’, I was just tryin’ on some clothes.


Mom (picking up the dropped miniskirt): You mean this?


Ginny (fumbling): Oh, that’s Desi’s.  She left it here last weekend.


Mom:  And why is your bed so lumpy?


Ginny (giving up, pulling out the rest of the clothes): Oh, all right.  They’re Desi’s, but I was just trying ‘em out to see what they would look like on me.


Mom:  Some of these are a little skimpy, don’t you think?  These aren’t clothes your dad and I would let you wear, you know that.


Ginny:  But Mom, I’m tired of bein’ “plain ol’ Ginny.”  I’m not popular,  I don’t even have that many friends.  And just because I’m a Christian, they call me a “goody two-shoes.”  No one notices me at school, especially the guys.  They only notice the “hot” girls.  (Flops on the bed)  If the guys have some kinda heat-seeking radar, then I must be an ice cube.


Mom: Honey, you know this isn’t the right way to go about it.  The Bible has plenty to say on this very subject.  As a matter of fact, when I was your age, your grandmother used to teach me a verse from First Peter, and I’ll never forget it.  It says, “Your beauty should not come from outward adornment such as…the wearing of gold jewelry and fine clothes.  Instead it should be that of your inner self,…a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God’s sight." [I Peter 3:3-4 (NIV)]


Ginny:  I know, Mom, but doesn’t it say somewhere in there about ‘Thou shall not be homely’?


Mom:  Honey, you are no such thing.  You are a beautiful young lady, inside and out, and I know that more people notice it than you realize.


Ginny: But how do you know that?


Mom (crossing to the bedroom door):  A mother just knows, honey.  Now, take those clothes back to Desi.  You don’t need those to attract people’s attention, okay?





Time: The following morning before school

Place: Desi’s bedroom, where Desi is busy trying to put together an outfit for Ginny to change into.

Desi:  Here, go in there and put this on.  Trust me, this’ll get someone’s attention.


Ginny:  I don’t know, Desi.  My mom wasn’t too happy when she saw these clothes in my room.


Desi:  Really? Did she freak out?


Ginny:  No, but she made it clear she didn’t like ’em.  I’m pretty sure she wanted me to give ‘em back to you, not wear them.


Desi:  Relax, what she don’t know won’t hurt her.  You just come here in the mornings and we’ll get you changed into something less…plain, okay?  After school, you come back here and change back.  No one will suspect a thing. Now go try this on, we’re gonna be late.


Ginny steps into the bathroom to change.


Desi: What does your mom have against you wearin’ hot clothes, anyway?


Ginny (calling out from the bathroom):  Well, according to the Bible, I should be less focused on the outside and more on the inside.


Desi:  You’re kidding me, right?


Ginny:  Nope.  In the book of Proverbs it says, “Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.”  [Proverbs 31:30 (NIV)]


Desi:  OH – MY – GOSH!  I think you should fear your mother!  If she has her way, you’ll be a virgin till you’re 30!


Ginny (coming out of the bathroom):  Naaahh, she’s not like that.  She just doesn’t want me turning into a hootchie – like that’s really gonna happen.


Desi’s mom, in a sing-songy voice off stage:  Desiree!  You’re going to miss your bus!


Desi (rolling her eyes and smirking): Coming mother!  (To Ginny):  Wait, let’s do something about that makeup. (Starts applying some eye shadow).


Ginny: Desi, I’m serious.  If I end up looking like…Lady GaGa or somebody, you’re gonna get it.


Desi (stopping to admire her handiwork):  Wait, hold still.  Let’s foof up those lips, too. (Grabs Ginny’s cheeks to force a pucker and applies some lipstick.)


Ginny (lisping/slurring through the puckered lips): Desi, I’m not kidding!


Desi:  There – perfect!  Now come on, let’s get to school.  Then after you can tell me how it went, okay?


Ginny and Desi leave the bedroom.






Time: Friday, a couple of days later, after school

Place:  Desi’s bedroom, where Ginny is changing back into her “regular” clothes



Desi:  So tell me, it’s been a few days since you got the “Extreme Makeover, Desi Edition” – any prospects yet?


Ginny:  You’re not gonna believe this, but I got asked out on a date tonight!


Desi (mock surprise):  You mean, you doubted my work?  Who’s it with?


Ginny (still unbelieving):  Connor Jackson!


Desi (genuine surprise):  The captain of the baseball team?  Way to go, Ginny!


Ginny:  I know, can you believe it?  Listen, there’s no way my mom will let me go, so I need an alibi.  Can I tell her I’ll be out with you?  At the movies or something?


Desi: Absolutely!  Who am I to get in the way of true love?


Ginny:  Thanks.  I’ll come back in a couple of hours.  Can you help me get ready?


Desi:  I wouldn’t miss this for the world.  (Feigning tears and fake sobs)  My little baby’s finally growin’ up!


Ginny:  Oh, stop it!  I’ll see ya later.  (Leaves bedroom.)






Time: Later that night

Place: Connor’s car


Connor:  That party was awesome, wasn’t it?


Ginny:  Yeah, sorry I had to cut it short, but my mom thinks I’m at the movies with Desi.


Connor (mischievous grin): No problem.  We can just continue the party right here.


Ginny:  Uh, I don’t think so.  I really should be getting back home.


Connor:  Okay, in a minute. (Pauses) Why are you sitting so far away?  Scoot closer.


Ginny: I’m fine, really.

Connor:  Okay, then I’ll just scoot closer to you.  (Leans in and tries to put his arm around her.)


Ginny (getting nervous):  Connor, really, I’m okay.


Connor (getting agitated):  Well I’m not.  You show up wearing that outfit, you’ve been hanging on me all night, flashing those “come-and-get-me” eyes. 


Ginny:  I was not flashing you any kind of eyes.  I was just having a good time, that’s all!


Connor:  Well, I think I should get something for my trouble.


Ginny (shocked):  “Your trouble”?  What “trouble” was that?


Connor: Well, there was dinner…


Ginny (interrupting): You bought me a Happy Meal, you jerk!


Connor (continuing): …and the beer…

Ginny (ticked off):  Which I didn’t drink!


Connor (oblivious): …and, well…a man’s needs.


Ginny (angrily):  Okay, first of all, you’re using the term “man” a little prematurely.  The only thing you “need” right now is to take your hands off me!


Connor (more forcefully): I will, as soon as I’m ready.


Ginny:  You’re ready now, you jerk.  I said get your hands off me!  (Shoves him away, then scrambles out of the passenger door, running as fast as she can).






Time: Later that night

Place: Ginny’s bedroom


Ginny’s lying on her bed, crying, when she hears a knock on her door.


Ginny (through tears):  Who is it?


Mom: It’s me, honey, can I come in?

Ginny (resignedly):  You might as well.


(Mom comes in, sees Ginny’s outfit, smudged makeup, etc.)


Mom:  Ginny, what’s going on?  Where did you get those clothes?


Ginny:  Mom, please, just listen to me.  I screwed up this past week and I’ve made some really bad choices.  I’ve been letting Desi loan me some outfits and stuff, and she’s even  been working on my makeup.


Mom:  You wore this to the movies?

Ginny:  That’s another thing – I wasn’t at the movies, I was on a date.


Mom:  Are you kidding me?  You know your father and I don’t allow you to date.


Ginny (crying):  I know, Mom, and I’m really sorry.  I shouldn’t have lied to you, but I think I’ve been punished enough.


Mom (confused):  What do you mean?


Ginny:  Connor – the guy I was out with?  He…he… (sobbing)


Mom:  What did he do, Ginny?


Ginny:  Nothing, Mom, really.  He just started getting a little handsy, and acting like the jerk that he is.  I told him to take his hands off me, and I got out of the car as fast as I could.


(Awkward silence between the two.)


Mom:  You know, honey, this is what I was trying to explain to you earlier this week.  Peer pressure is always going to be there, but you have to learn to resist it, to trust that the Lord will look out for you.  Proverbs says, “Don’t do as the wicked do, and don’t follow the path of evildoers.” [Proverbs 4:14 (NLT)] You can’t expect to behave like a sinner without being treated like one.

Ginny (hugging Mom’s neck): I’m so sorry, Mom.


Mom:  It’s going to be okay, honey.  You know, the Bible also says, “Point your kids in the right direction – when they’re old they won’t get lost.” [Proverbs 22:6 (The Message)]







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