I had the most wonderful time being miserable. Tom ruined the whole night. It was suppose to be perfect. Do you want to hear about it? I will try not to digress
When we first go there I wanted to dance. I grabbed his hand and pulled him out to the dance floor. It was an implicit message but Tom had this indiosycrasy where he has to inspect the premise for any kind of safety violation
Then after an hour of inspecting the premise, Tom was affronted when I suggest that he step out to do a quiet introspection. What did he expect? We had been there for an hour and I didn't get to enjoy it one bit!
Apparently, Tom was trying to write an expose on how the school often violates health and safety regulations and my reprehensible behavior ruined it. Everybody was having fun while Tom and I were so mad at each other that the air surrounding us was tangible with hatred.
Oh, honey. It will be okay.
The worst part is that he used a euphemism to disguise his real feelings about the incident and it was such a sincere deception. Now everybody at school thinks that I am this horrendous person who ruined Tom's night when they heard me yell at Tom.
Honey, I know you are completely disillusioned with the dance and Tom but everything will be okay on Monday. Come on, dry your tears and let's go eat some ice cream.