Best & most imaginative exit lines.

A random call from her best friend/roommate (older sister of my friend) filled with tons of dirt because she respected me and felt I was being taken for a ride helped a lot in making my decision.

How awful if you were besotted by her at the time!
But such decisive action! I'm impressed!

I believe that's the first time I've seen the word "besotted" used on A2K.

Has anyone used "spate" yet?

Not that I know of, but as of this post, I have officially used 'swounds.

bespotted, spate, and swound on one thread.

This is a day of reckoning.

I like besotted! It speaks volumes.

I don't think i've heard "day of reckoning" here before, Gus. This is a day of firsts!

I have also now officially used ben'cite.

I've been besotted.
I spoke volumes.
People avoided me.
'Struth!

...for that rash?

There's a word for a spider's vagina, but I don't recall it right now. I've used it as my nickname on some of the online poker sites.

Why can't I think of that word?

I'll let you know when I remember it.

OK

spunt?

Last time I checked my Chaucer, not the one in my pants, it meant something along the lines of 'God help us', so maybe you are not too far off...

Er, could someone tell me what 'swounds means, please?

'swounds is Old English for 'God's wounds' once considered a horrid insult. Now nobody cares, really.

Epigynum! That's the word I've been looking for.

It means spider vagina.

Feel free to use it while relaxing around the pool or at cocktail parties.

Thanks, cav. Now I know.

Thanks, Gus. Now I know.

Where was it that I saw or read this scene?

There's two people in a nice restaurant having dinner. She is both ebullient and chatty, passing on tidbits about co-worker's lives and loves, the weather in Mexico - where a friend of hers is vacationing and the quality of vegetables on the West Side of New York. He, on the other hand, is distant, distracted by the slightest movement, only showing life when the waiter appears to ask if anyone would like another drink.

She finishes a very funny story about a client's wife, a film editing room and the second assistant director's sense of direction in the dark. There is little response and then a long silence. About thirty beats into the silence, the room is spinning suddenly, it occurs to her. She tries to make eye contact with him, but he is morose and still, nearly catatonic.

She speaks first:
This is it then?
What?
This, this dinner, this is it?
Er.
You invited me here to break up with me.
(silence)
Isn't that right?
(Silence)
Well?....

The waiter appears, smiling like a budda, and inquires if anyone if having dessert. The man looks directly at her and then says
"None for me. Thanks."

She looks at him for a long moment. The waiter seems to be asking a question.
"Madame, dessert?"
"Yes, " she says, " I'll have a large snifter of a very good brandy, I think, and let's see, I'll have a piece of that Death by Chocolate Cake AND I believe I will have a little of the pear tart and the apple/cheese assemble as well as three scoops of the fruit ices. Oh, and waiter, I think I will have another of these Cosmopolitianswhile I am waiting for my just desserts to arrive.

The man hands the waiter his American Express Card.
"Swipe this. Put on the bill anything else she wants."
He looks at her across the table. She is all soft shoulders and necklines and wild eyes. He pushs his chair back, rises and follows the waiter out of the room.

The restaurant is Friday night noisy, there is the clang of silverware and the clacker of dishs, there are sudden bolts of laughter from every direction, she looks across the room to the windows, puts her fork down on her plate and waits for dessert to begin.

Wonderful, Joe. You captured the feeling of futility & emptiness of a relationship that's run it's course perfectly. The first realization of rejection is devastating. (But what a dessert order!)