DINNER WITH THE HAMILTONS

Quickly, he ran outside like a madman, anxious and worried about what might have happened, why she'd left without saying a word to him. Had he been so terrible in bed? Was she disgusted by the sight of him?

Unfortunately, there was no one to answer his questions, no one to assure him that none of these was his fault or that everything was in fact, his fault.

He dreaded the way he felt. Useless. Unwanted. Discarded. He'd been with tons of women all his life and no one had ever made him feel unwanted. He'd always boasted about his prowess with his friends. Yet, one woman had just broken his record and made him feel unworthy of her.

The air outside was chilly. The warmth of the sun was just beginning to disperse the cold in the air. There was no sign of Charlotte, no sign that she'd ever been there, just the stares from his neighbors as they moved about their day.

He soon deduced what the awkward stares they were giving him were about. He'd gone out of his house with just a pair of short