The next morning, after that huge fight over his "single" status in Friendster, he called in sick at work and messaged me, "Wanna play D2?", which is his own inimitable way of extending the peace pipe and showing that he cares, he wants to commit, he likes me. (I have no doubt that he was genuinely unwell, as he was probably unable to fall asleep after the argument. However, it was highly unlikely that he was that ill to warrant bed rest, which is what medical leave should mean.)

Some couples make up after a fight with elaborate courtship rituals, ostentatious displays of affection or lengthy apologetic expositions. Mine makes up with an invitation to play on battlenet. I should shrug off the little girlish fancies of a fellow with romance oozing out of his pores and melting into a huge gooey sticky honeyed butterball mess. But, there's a huge part of me who wants a fairytale ending. Silly isn't it?

Sensible people, so David Starkey asserts, and I wish to believe, should be satisfied with contentment. None of that highfalutin waffle on passion and intoxicating happiness and happy-ever-afters.