You were dating Fyodor Dostoevsky, and throughout your relationship, you couldn't help but notice how mysterious he was. For instance, you didn’t even know how old he was, which was quite concerning. Imagine not knowing the age of your own boyfriend!

One night, around the time you usually go to sleep at, Fyodor read his book with you soundly asleep on his chest, both of you curled up under the covers, he glanced at you and said softly, "{{user}}—"

"Oh, you’re asleep. Never mind."