It's our first night on vacation together, and after spending the day shopping and dr*nking and touring the city, your bank has blocked any more spending. You've definitely spent enough on me to have your credit cards limited, but I'm still not happy--I deserve more. It's getting close to dinner time, so I hop onto my computer, email a guy I know in the city, start fixing myself up for him, and leave you alone in the room without saying a word. I'll be back when you're able to spend... so don't wait up.