We are at a dinner table.
Me and the lucky lady are sitting athwart. She takes a sip of Chardonnay and puts the glass down. I sit nervously, trying to hold in my love for this alluring woman. She is gorgeous in every way imaginable. I pick up the courage to ask her how her days been. She's seen better, and had better dates. I don't feel so confident in myself. I have to make up something quick so I can keep this fine female to myself and only myself.
I ask her, "Do you know of... The Game?"
"Why, no." She retorts.
"You've already lost it."
Best love ever.
