My date sniffed the air as I shuffled awkwardly in my seat.

It was my second date since my divorce. And this guy, Mike, had taken me to this fancy French restaurant.

To be honest, I could smell something.

Which I thought was kind of weird in such a nice place.

I didn’t want to make a big deal. But I could tell it was really bothering him.

When our entrees came, he hardly touched his food.

“What the heck is that darn smell?” he said, with a disgusted look on his face.

When the server came to collect our half-eaten food, Mike even complained. He asked if there was a burst pipe in the bathroom making the smell.

The server didn’t have an answer. So Mike suggested we get out of there and head to a bar.

When we got outside of the restaurant, I tried to hold his hand to walk to the bar…

But when he got close to me I saw his face change and he quickly pulled away.

Pretty soon he made an excuse, and jumped in a cab.

I couldn’t understand what had happened. Why did he cut our date so short?

I was kind of upset, and it was still early. So, I gave my friend Marie a call to see if she wanted to go for a drink.

She told me she was in a bar just around the corner, so I grabbed a cab to meet her.

But when she gave me a hug to say hello, I was shocked by what she said to me: