“And in fact he took me to a fancy dinner today. I get to wear that black dress, do you remember? The one we bought together last year?” he rolled his eyes again as he answered half-heartedly; smacking the cans with his fingers as he watched them tumble down. “He was downright gentleman; I mean there were a group of girls practically growling at me!” You told him, enthusiastically. You wanted to share how it felt, being appreciated.

However it was wrong, very wrong in fact.