Angie's side of the story: He was in an odd mood Monday night when we met at a bar for a drink. I’d spent the afternoon shopping and I thought it might have been my fault because I was a bit later than I promised, but he didn’t say anything much about it. The conversation was very slow going so I thought we should go off somewhere more intimate so we could talk more privately. But at the restaurant he was still acting a bit funny. I tried to cheer him up and started to wonder whether it was me or something else. I asked him if it was me, and he said ‘no’. But I wasn’t really sure. So anyway, on the way back home, I said that I loved him deeply and he just put his arm around me. I didn’t know what the hell that meant because he didn’t say it back or anything. I wondered if he was going to leave me! At home I tried to get him to talk but he just got another beer and switched on the television. Reluctantly, I said I was going to bed. After about ten minutes, he joined me and to my surprise, we made love. But, he still seemed really distracted, so afterwards I wanted to confront him. Instead I cried myself to sleep. I just don’t know what to do anymore. I mean, I really think he’s seeing someone else.
Silent Rob's side of the story: Lakers lost. Got laid though.