Date

"Would you like another drink?" I asked.
We were on a date. She had dark eyes and a smoky voice.
It was going well. We were relaxed, chatting easily, laughing. And it was still only 8:30. Time for another drink, maybe a bite, maybe a coffee.
I was feeling positive. I was Mr Smooth... I was Mr Ladykiller... I was Mr Bombastic-Lover-Fantastic...
"No, I should get back really," she said. "I have some washing to do."
... I was Mr Casanova... I was Mr Irresis... Wait, did she say washing? W-a-s-h-i-n-g?
I searched for the glint in her eye, the smirk on her lips. But there was none. She had some washing to do.
What chance did love stand against such a foe?
We said goodbye. It was still only 8:30. I went to the pub and drank it all away.