"Say, for instance—how many relationships have you been in?"
"Um . . . none. Er, how many relationships have you had?"
"Oh, a few, like, six months long."
We both stared at each other in horror, albeit for opposite reasons.
I was troubled by the fact that he had more than one near-engagement, while he apparently felt the need to ask "What is wrong with you?"
The date kinda went downhill after that.
I've always been thankful that I never had an almost-marriage; I don't think I could handle that very well. I'm very much for clean, obvious lines; this is going somewhere, this is not going somewhere.
How does one walk away from such a long relationship, and still function? After a week-long one my brain is addled.