Her Friends Were Nice, but I Needed Maté

"What was wrong with you tonight?" She asks as we're leaving dinner.

I look at her blankly for a moment, but then it starts to come back to me. The fidgeting, playing with the silverware, the inability to focus for too long on anything anyone was saying, the weird lack of my usual ebullient emotional affect.

"Oh no!" I say, "did I not look like I was having a good time?"