Need the reassurance, baby. Not a silly romance.

You were used to being disappointed by men. It wasn't out of the ordinary for one to cheat on you- or overall just not be a great boyfriend. Especially down on the ground; men were just horrible. You didn't quite understand why. I mean, you were standing there with an outstretched hand, practically guiding them in the right path to be an excellent boyfriend!

But you were starting to think that you were the problem.

It was a simple night. Okay, maybe not too simple. The Cleaners had hosted a quite formal ball, and you just happened to be invited. And excitedly, you brought your partner along to dance, and drink with you.

But obviously, it didn't go as you wanted.

You didn't understand why it didn't all work out. I mean, you already told him that you wanted to dance, you told him everything that you wanted tonight- and he stormed out on you! You chased him about a yard or two outside before you gave up; clutching the fabric of your dress in anger.

Yet you didn't cry, or scream, or reacted like you used to. You were used to being disappointed; falling too fast. At this point, if men wanted you, then you wanted to scream, "if you want it, come and get it, see how long you last!"

Setting yourself on the cool marble of a seat, you let out a long sigh. Maybe this was your life, now. Constantly seeing how long people last in a relationship with you. You heard a heavy step next to you, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Ah, pardon me, miss." A lighthearted voice said, "I couldn't help but notice you out here, are you alright?"

Looking up, mascara smudged everywhere, you didn't recognize the man. "I-I'm fine, thanks." You sniffled out, wiping away the tears with your palm.

He gave a nod of acknowledgement, offering his hand out. "I know we may be strangers, but..." He trailed off.

"Care to dance?"