HER STORY:
    He was in an odd mood when I got to the bar to meet
him but I thought it might have been because I was a
bit late. He didn't say anything much about it. He
seemed silent, distracted, and his only eye contact
seemed rather judgmental. I decided maybe I should
never wear that dress again. Well, maybe it was the
color. Maybe I should never wear this color again.

    The conversation was slow going so I thought maybe we
should go off somewhere more intimate so we could talk
more privately. He didn't really seem to agree, but we
went off to this quiet little restaurant. He's still
acting a bit funny and I'm trying to cheer him up, be
witty and tell cute stories but I start to wonder
whether it's me or something else. He doesn't smile
much so I ask him if there's a problem and he says no.
But you know, I'm not really sure. I wonder and then I
think about the five pounds I gained this past month.
I bet he thinks I'm a fat hog now.

    Anyway, in the cab back to his house, I say that I
love him and he just puts his arm around me but
doesn't squeeze. I don't know what the hell this all
means or what I should think because you know he
doesn't say it back or do anything. We finally get
back to his place and I'm wondering if he's going to
dump me so I try to ask him about it but he just
switches on the TV. Reluctantly, I say I'm going to
bed and then, after about 10 minutes or so, he joins
me and we have sex. But he still seems really, really
distracted so afterwards I just wanted to leave. I
roll over and sniffle a little real quietly. He
snores. I just don't know what he thinks anymore. I
mean, do you think he's met someone else?

HIS STORY:
    Shitty day at work. Tired. Got laid though