We're at a fancy event with my work colleagues and you've gone and had too much champagne. I've noticed it's starting to affect you so I pull you outside on the balcony to sober you up and have a chat, before anyone figures out that you're more than a little bit tipsy. You choose this moment to tell me we're too different and you don't think our relationship is going to work. You've been drinking tonight because of how nervous you feel being around these people, because you don't belong in my world. I'm uptight, I'm too structured, I don't ever just relax and have fun. There's no spontaneity in our lives, especially in the bedroom. I'm shocked, as I had no idea you felt this way. I think there are a few things that have been overlooked between us, and now that I know what you want, now's as good a time as any to give them to you. Right here. On the balcony of this party. With 50 people standing 20 feet away. Is that spontaneous enough for you?