When you'd first met Tan, you were okay with seeing him every other week, sometimes once a month; he just seemed like a busy man, and you had your own life, so it worked out fine.

But as your relationship progressed, you'd note his cageiness, his lack of elaboration on why he was going all the way to Bolivia, or all the way to Johannesburg.

He was everything you wanted and more, you couldn't just give this up. You deserved to know what he was doing — was he seeing other people? Was he in charge of a drug ring? It couldn't be that bad, right?

So, here, as you sat at dinner with Tan in a candlelit restaurant, you decided to pop the question, find out what was really going on.