Face Raymond on your own and delete the dating profiles

You bit your lip. The chances were small that Juan was online, checking his email, and ready to ride to your rescue.

And then you realized, regardless of what you were wearing... or looked like, you were a man. And a man can't count on others to fight his battles for him.

"EDNA, please delete the remaining dating profiles," you said an a level voice. This was your battle to wage. You just needed to figure out how to get out of it without saying, "I have a headache," which probably wouldn't deter Raymond.

"Understood. You are in a relationship with Raymond and do not desire other male attention," came the response from the phone. Honestly, you didn't desire ANY male attention, but one thing at a time, right?

With one last sigh, you inhaled, hoisted your chest, and strode out of.... the ladies room... to face your date.... wearing a latex dress... to tell him you're done.

It seemed so much easier when you were in a stall.