He kissed her and she sneezed. He said, I feel stupid. She wanted to make him feel better but the kiss wasn’t that good so she said nothing.

She threw up, and he said, I saw that on-line once, and she said, What kind of sicko are you? and they knew a lot more about each other now.

And just by the sounds of her typing did he fall in love. And he approached her and then noted her laptop. I’m a Mac, he said, disappointed.

She said, Bullshit! so aggressively I thought I’d fall out of my chair. She noted my startled expression. Say that again, I said. With love.

And I excused my lack of pretension. Kind of like a warning. Then I handed her the flower. That’s just divine, she squealed. I took it back.