Tina leaned forward in the chair, resting her chin atop the palms of her hands and sighing woefully at the man opposite her at the far end of the dinner table. He had just peeled his sweat soaked shirt off and was using it to dab under his arm pits. “Must you do that out here?”

           Henry froze, sitting up straighter as his face turned on her. Grinning, he balled up the shirt and plopped it on the dinner table, causing Tina to wince and look away. His voice was dripping with annoyance, “Where would you suggest I continue, honey?”

           She promptly sat back in the chair as the old thing protested loudly. “I just think this is something more appropriate for the bathroom,” she explained, gesturing to the second door down the hall. “You’re getting everything dirty. This is where we eat!”

            The two of them stared at each other combatively, each thinking the same thing but neither willing to spit it out. “Fine,” he strained, wiping several beads of sweat from his forehead. “I’ll go to the bathroom.” Henry pushed up from the chair roughly, taking a moment to notice the sweaty glean he left behind on the seat as he turned once more to face Tina, a concerned look on her face. “I apologize for relaxing a moment at MY dinner table after a long run,” he huffed, reluctantly complying and indeed going to the bathroom to finish disrobing.

            “Disgusting,” Tina muttered under her breath, combing her fingers through her wavy blonde mane. She rose to get a paper towel and spray the diseased chair with disinfectant, unwilling to chance anyone forgetting to clean it before the next meal was served at the table.

            Over time, Tina began wondering why exactly she thought getting together with Henry was a good idea. He was convenient at the time, gave her the good fuck she needed, but recently it seemed all of his initial charm had dissipated and was replaced with utter dullness. It had only been a month, but now Tina was starting to hate his numerous idiosyncrasies, the way he snored so loudly and so constantly duringthe night,  and especially the way he came inside after a long run, breathing loudly and sweating profusely, making sure to rest first on the couch with some TV, then at the dinner table where he began the process of taking off his sweaty clothes, and sometimes laying on the bed before finally going to take a shower like she wished he would initially. She highly doubted any piece of furniture in Henry’s house was safe.