She waited for him to say something. To answer her question. I’ve run out of excuses, he admitted. You’re just not smart enough, she replied

He got out of the car. This isn’t necessary, he told her. She didn’t answer him. She never would again. And then she finally managed a smile

She mumbled something and he edged closer to her. But she mumbled again. What? he asked. And she said loudly, I need you to worship me more.

She was talking fast, way too fast, but he understood she was breaking up with him. Slow down! he said as he typed furiously into his phone.

The phone rang and she knew it was him complaining about the traffic once again and she answered and said, How long? and then she zoned out.

The TV is on way too loud and I can’t complain because I’m tired of complaining and what I hate most is she can’t hear me take off my pants.

This is some deep valley, he says, and this is one obvious statement too many, but they are alone in the wilderness, so she merely says, Yes

The date wasn’t going well and she could sense something was wrong. And she finally asked him and he said, I was told you were good looking.