Another exhausting, disheartening practice - followed by a touch of drama, and getting blown off. Not a good night, not at all.
On the other hand, I smell really fantastic today.
You have to look on the bright side, you know?
You know how in Jane Austen novels, inevitably some conflict arises - usually romantic - based on a miscommunication occurs, and then the characters refuse to just solve it because they're too polite to say what's on their mind, or constrained by honor and manners from speaking freely? But in the end, something happens that makes it clear that he/she was really a sterling example of gentility all along, and not a cad/strumpet - usually some outside agency or act of decency? And then everything gets sorted out - and generally ends in a happy marriage?
In real life, strained silence generally continues indefinitely until eventually it fades into bittersweet indifference.