Sometimes it was not such a great idea to clean up a room after a party. First of all, there is nothing more disgusting than a room that has gotten completely trashed at a party. And then, you can count on the fact that every party has its secrets, and sometimes it's better for these secrets to stay hidden.

I knew my girlfriend liked to flirt with other men, but I had chosen to ignore it until I found her phone number on the piece of paper next to the overflowing ashtray. But I could no longer do that after I had found that piece of paper. She had used her bright red lipstick to write down her number.

So I cleaned the ashtray and went upstairs to our bedroom.

She was upset when I woke her up because she liked to sleep in late, especially on a January 1. "Hey, Babe, are you okay?"

"Not really," I admitted and handed her the incriminating evidence I had found.

She sighed. "Oh, I was so drunk last night!"

"Obviously not drunk enough. You were still able to remember your phone number."

"Well, yes," she said with a sigh. "But it meant nothing, I swear. The guy was awfully cute, and he was really funny, too."

I was hurt and didn't understand why she would do this to me, to us. "You know, I think it would be best for everybody if you packed your bags and got out."