I leaned into her, carefully stroking her cheek, moving her hair back behind her ears so I could tenderly whisper, "I love you." She grinned, showing off perfect teeth she gave me the perfect reply – she loved me too. I can't believe I actually got a girl like her, I can't believe how lucky I am. Curled up to my beauty, we fell asleep against each other – the perfect end, to the perfect night.

Meanwhile, my girlfriend was examining the text message she received explaining how sorry I was that I couldn't make tonight.

I never said I was perfect.