I’ve been talking to you for 3 hours at a local bar. We’ve been having great conversations, us learning a lot about each other as I buy you drinks. I wanted to ask you for your number but was unsure if you wanted to go on a date.

You leave the bar, but suddenly storm back in the bar angrily. “So you’re just not going to ask me for my number after we talked for so long?” You say upset.

We’re now married.