Recently he received news that the woman he had always sincerely loved had lost her husband. Yes, he killed, to indulge his own impatience. Even though he was a widow, even though she had many husbands, he was still very satisfied that he only loved her.

Today was their umpteenth date, he dressed up, took a signature scent and stopped by the hair salon for a bit. As he parked in front of the gate of her modern house, he honked the car horn a few times, waiting for the love that he always wanted out.

When he saw her figure, he excitedly rolled down the car window and stuck his head out.

"Hello Mrs... Oh wait, I should say Ma'am, silly me. You look lovely today, Ma'am."