Date

Yawn.
She apologised. She said it had been a long week.
It was Friday night and she was my date. She was French with long dark hair and a sexy laugh. We were on dessert and I was telling her about my time abroad. But I wasn’t banging on about it; in fact, I thought I was being both interesting and entertaining.
I let it pass. It happens. People get tired.
"How about you?" I asked. "Have you lived abroad much?" (The fact that she was currently living abroad had escaped me.)
She started to answer then yawned again. She apologised again.
"No problem," I said, "I have that effect on women."
She smiled. I’m not sure if she got it. I wasn’t sure if it was a gag or not, I had visions of her using the table cloth for a bedsheet.
When the third yawn came I asked for the bill.
Looking for some positives, I may not have been the man of her dreams but I certainly was the man of her sleep.