We Shall Never Meet Again

My girlfriend is a rich heiress.

To celebrate her birthday, she throws a huge pool party.

Everyone is dressed in revealing swimsuits, spraying champagne at one another, while I sit alone in a corner wearing a white T-shirt and shorts.

When it's time to cut the cake, my girlfriend's childhood friend deliberately smears some on his neck and grins, telling her to eat it.

To my surprise, she goes right up to him without a moment's hesitation.

Everyone around us starts cheering, and I join in with a round of applause.

"You two are so sweet. I'm kind of shipping you now."