Roy found her scarf on the sidewalk. Left for him? An invitation? He ran to look for her. Relieved, Sara snuck back into the party.

Kim refused to walk down the runway in the swimsuit. I yelled through the megaphone, “You are not fat!” to overcome the voices in her head.

Ted eased the boat out of the slip. Betty was impressed. She hoped he maneuvered that well in bed, but even if he didn’t, he had a boat.

I could tell by her fur she wasn’t from around here. We chitchatted. I put on the moves. We went to my place. In spring, we had cubs.

Ty softly tossed a pebble at Jill’s window. In return, a large rock hit him squarely in the head. He would take that as a “no.”

“Do you ever wish you had married someone else?” asked Gina. Albert’s brain went into overdrive seeking the correct answer. “No?”

“You are a liar!” said Christy. “Only about that,” said John. “That still makes you a liar!” “OK…I do think you’re fat. That better?”

The serendipity of the situation amused Carl. He had left his wife, May, and fallen in love with June, her divorce lawyer.

You asked for flowers and I brought flowers. You asked for dancing and I danced. I asked for your love and you gave back the flowers.

4 a.m. You are awake. I am awake. We are having THE talk. In the morning I will pretend to look for work.

“You are the Holy Grail of girlfriends,” said John. Erica smiled and snuggled close to enjoy the moment. His wife would be home soon.

Bill left the coffee shop disappointed. She hadn’t come. He felt rejected. Pam waited patiently at another Starbucks across the street.

Mindy didn’t go anywhere without her cherry-flavored Chapstick. Paul resented it. He wanted to be the one caressing those lips.

Karen lay back on the piano, inviting Kyle to have her. Unaware, he continued to discuss the nuances of Bach and how they excited him.

“I’m glad you’re sleeping over,” said Kent. “I feel safe with you,” said Lori. He turned on his Batman night-light. Now they both felt safe.

“I need commitment,” said Amy. Mark ripped off his shirt and wrote “Amy’s” on his chest in permanent marker. Now, she felt safe to love him.

“Yes, I’ll marry you,” she said. Then I asked, “You’re picking ME right, not because I’m the last man on Earth?” She bit her lip. “Ummm….”

Walter sat staring at the screen. Melissa’s IM invited him to coffee. He paused for a moment then pushed delete. Walter preferred tea.

Marty and Warren eased through the warehouse window. After tonight they’d be rich, then finally they’d be together. Weddings are expensive.