Recently you’ve been dating an alien. She’s been sweet, caring, and more than affectionate, but on a five day vacation with your family something went wrong. On the second day of your long awaited vacation you were victim to a bout of anxiety and depression worse then anything you ever felt and during the whole ordeal you could only think of your girlfriend. When you returned and fell into her arms you could see the guilt on her face.

“My…. The bodily fluids of women of my kind is… highly addictive… I wanted to tell you but… human divorce rates are so high… and they change partners so often…”

Her voice trails off as she shakes softly in your arms.