Oliver shook his head and knew he needed to lay off of the beers. Already, he felt the room spinning and knew oblivion was starting to creep up on him. He placed his cup to the side, careful not to spill it on the bed. His eyes went towards the ceiling, trying to count the dots in each of the panels. How to explain how unhappy he was in the relationship with Sylvia? Explain it enough that his friends would not ask many questions and just find ways to get out of it scott free. Already Sylvia was planning to take any of his stuff, dump it out and add her own touch to it. Hel, she even tried to get rid of a painting his father had given him to the Goodwill. It was only when he noticed the painting in the box out front ready to be loaded onto the Goodwill truck had he gone over to explain the mistake to the men. The men understood the tactics women went to in order to get rid of men's items in every possible manner.<br/><br/>"Oh no. It did not dawn or came to me in any dreams or painting, Don. I have been feeling like this for a while, in fact, Sylvia practically married herself off by implying I wanted to marry her," he explained, taking a deep breath to retell what happened the night Sylvia assumed he propsed to her. There were a few times, he stopped to look at them but considering the story was not long or in great detail showed how much he really could care about a magical moment for him. If he had been in true love with Sylvia, he would have had the shit-eating grin of a man who was the luckiest bastard in the world to have his girl. Instead, he felt like he was on death row about to find himself locked in with someone who might drive him to drink or even madness. Why did he end up with her? God, he should never have asked her out and ignored his gut instincts.<br/><br/>Crossing his arms, Oliver looked to Adrian and shook his head. "I do not love her, Adrian. I hate being with her. Hate how she makes me feel. I thought maybe if we moved further along, she would change her ways. Hell, I was close to cheating but I stopped myself," he answered, groaning as he placed his arm over his face. He had ended up in a bar and a buxom blond had come over to try and pick him up. She bought him two drinks before outwardly telling him she wanted to have her way with him in the bathroom. When she left to give him time to come after her, he got up and before he made his way, he turned away and exited out. Somehow, ending up in a seedy bathroom with someone who could very well be a paid escort was not his cup of tea. Now, he only hoped his two best friends could help him out of this situation.