That Instant

you have that hypothetical conversation with yourself that goes something like:

Scene: first date went well and you brought him back to your place to drink the night away and fool around some.  Turn the overhead light on in your living room, click on the television and leave to grab some beers from the refrigerator.  He continues in, sits down and kicks up his feet.

Is that a bucket of piss?

What?

Next to your coffee table?

Maybe.

I'm pretty sure that's piss. (sniffing sounds).

Uhmmmmm, lemme get that.

It's alright, I should probably head home anyway.

It's fine, I'll just throw it in the toilet.

That's okay, it's late anyway.

-fin

and you realize washing your pee bucket in the bathtub that you should probably stay away from dating sites for a lot longer than you thought because the chances of meeting the person okay with that sort of thing on a website is probably slim to none as you're already over achieving in your functioning as it is.