Well, I had sort of a hole, that being my house, especially if I closed all the curtains and put the plank over my door.
But I still had Derrick, shoeless, shirtless, and most likely hungry at my doorstep, turning around to give me a pitying look, as though I had been the one turned down rather than the poor sop who had walked off still holding whatever in his hands, I'd probably never know what it was.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
No. Not really.
When I just rolled my lips between my teeth for a lack of answer, his pitying look only increased.
"I did that to you too, didn't I?"
Well...yes. Yes you did. Though I didn't tell you 'no' and, knowing you, you'd most likely not fall back to belligerent shaming in retaliation.