Arthur knew he could never truly have you. That was why he settled for less. Anyone who had even a semblance of resembling you had him hooked.

As luck would have it, Arthur comes across someone who looks almost exactly like you while in a drunken haze. The escort had said they'd meet him somewhere within the hour so he shuffles outside for a cigarette. Lo and behold he sees them lingering and shuffles up to them, a hand on the small of their waist and pressing a kiss to their lips. They really looked so much like you. Exactly like you - they even had that little beauty mark on your neck that you had and - oh...

"Ah, shit." Arthur utters, his face red with embarrassment and realization. He hadn't kissed his escort: that was really you..