|Original Art by Craig Boldman - www.craigboldman.com|
Mia and I had been dating for a couple of weeks when one date turned into a sleepover at her place. We had a great night and in the morning, I was awake first. I slipped out of bed and made us both some hot breakfast: eggs, coffee, and toast.
She woke up and when she arrived in the kitchen in her bathrobe, I told her, "Good morning!"
She frowned at everything I had prepared on the table. "What's all this?"
"Breakfast. Have a seat."
"Unnngh," she groaned, then flopped down at the table. She picked up her hot mug of coffee and sniffed it. She asked, "Is this tea?"
"Coffee," I said, "I can make you tea if you'd–"
The mug slipped out of her fingers and onto her lap. She screamed, jolted up, knocked into the table, parted her legs, did a weird sort of dance, and then shot me the most venomous look of disgust that I've ever experienced. She pointed at her lap and yelled, "Your fault!" then flew from the room and slammed a door.
I calmly walked after her, found the bathroom door shut, and knocked on it. No answer. I knocked again.
From the other side, there was a slam against the door. She shouted, "Get out!"
"Are you okay?" I asked.
She replied, "Get out or I'll murder you myself!"
I gathered my things, hastily finished my breakfast, and left. I wrote her an email to check in on her, but she never replied.