I sigh. "Yes dear, I cheated on you, I'll take out the garbage and I'll feel the dog in the morning. Anything else?" I grin at her. The comment stung, but not nearly as much as it once did. I give you a light punch in the shoulder. "Don't worry about it. Groupies aren't REAL people..." I'm hoping that doesn't come off as bad as I think it will.<br/><br/>We pull into the lot of a rather nice looking bistro. Picked it at random, and because the green paint job looked pretty cool. I pull the car into parking space when she asks the question. What do I tell her? I sit silently for a few moments. The truth? Well, I doubt she'll believe that, but...might as well try? "Well...it's just...I don't think I'm over you."