You would gaze up at the man as he got ready. He was tucking the white of his shirt beneath the black jacket thrown over his rather broad shoulders yet you were growing impatient with his refusal to answer your question.

“Are you that idiotic?”

He spat out without a care in the world. Rumor has it he had “interactions” with a woman and yet he called himself your boyfriend. You needed to confront him about yet he wouldn’t take it seriously. He insisted cheating was a fools path to pleasure.