• The male quietly sipped from his glass of wine, as nerves kept him from going for a more tangible entrĂ©e. Luckily, his empty stomach made sure the wine did not miss its effect on him. His smiles became easier, his head a little lighter, and he seemed more selfconfident.
    "Honey...."

    She looked up with a sigh. Why had she agreed to do this? She, however, wasn't feeling nervous about a thing. More relieved. It would be over soon, and this whole sad play of a date would be nothing more than a memory.
    "Yes, dear?" She shivered at the sound of that. Christ, they sounded married already.

    "There's something I need... to tell you." He hesitantly started. The words fled his mouth, and he had no choice but to pursue, following up so his starter words would not lose their meaning.

    Was this going the right way? Her gut told her it was, and she sighed relieved. "I guess I need to tell you something, too..."

    "I know we haven't hung out in a bit..."

    "We've really been drifting apart..."

    "But I still remember how you first caught my eye..."

    "I think that was the wet t-shirt, love." She said in a deadpan tone.

    "You laughed at my pick up line..."

    "You were so drunk you were saying it all wrong. I thought you were being original until I smelled your breath." She sighed. "Anyway..."

    "What I'm trying to say is..."

    "I guess I should tell you...

    "Marry me." "I'm seeing someone else."

    The male, only expecting a "yes", needed a moment to process what she had just said. When it hit home, he got up. Dizziness was starting to replace the floaty drunk feeling, and he rushed out just in time to empty his booze-laden stomach on the pavement.