I hated the hit song and it gave me hives and then it became her favorite song and I told her she didn’t love me and she hummed it some more.

I told a joke. I didn’t find it funny but my date did and she laughed so hard her beer came out her nose. Yummy, she said. I wasn’t so sure.

I put down my drink and stare into her soul. You can buy my love with compliments, I say. I hate you, she says. And my heart swells for her.

She went to the party dressed in wallpaper because that’s how she felt and she made many new friends but none of them were very interesting.