Story Sent in by Mark:
One Halloween, Jenna and I went to a costume party together. We had been on three dates prior. I went as a pillow fight. She went as a scantily-clad chess queen. She even put on a fake queen-of-England accent to complete the outfit. It made me smile.
It was a fun party with lots of our mutual friends. Lots of our mutual guy friends. Lots of our mutual single guy friends. She probably flirted with every one of them at least a half-dozen times each as the night wore on. Then I lost track of her for a little while, and then I heard whispers that one of the guys had disappeared upstairs with the chess girl.
I looked around for Jenna in the main downstairs part of the party. Not finding her, I went upstairs and found her rolling around in a bedroom with a guy who wasn't me.
I cleared my throat and they both turned to the door. "Close the door!" she shouted.
Perhaps she couldn't see me clearly, so I said, "Coming back downstairs soon?" thinking that she'd recognize my voice and... I don't know. Stop messing around with the other guy. Although at that point, I cared less and less what she did.
She said, "Not 'til I'm done up here. Close the door."
I did. I went back downstairs, had as good a time as I supposed I could have had, and then left without her.
She called me up late that night in tears, blaming me for not understanding that she was just "keeping in character" by disappearing upstairs with that guy. I hadn't been aware that chess pieces were known to behave that way, but I had had enough of her in any case.