Barry

Young Barry was not the most successful when it came to women. After several years of loneliness, he finally met his perfect woman - Lorraine. Several joyous months passed for Barry. he and Lorraine were perfect for each other. He loved her smile, her sense of humor, everything about her was perfect.

Six months into their budding relationship, and things were already beginning to look much less perfect. Lorraine was becoming frustrated with some of Barry's more nerdy hobbies, the video games, the comic books. She couldn't understand how he could love these things that she saw as childish. Barry, meanwhile, couldn't understand Lorraine's obsession with trying to make him wear fashionable clothing. What was wrong with his ancient, faded jeans and his Game of Thrones T-shirt anyway?

One night, Barry was out on the town with the lads, when he happened to meet another young lady by the name of Claire-Lee at a club. He was a little tipsy, and found himself chatting and even flirting a little with the beautiful girl, almost forgetting Lorraine. Claire-Lee, it seemed, was every bit as nerdy as Barry, and he found the time with her flying by as they chatted about the latest video games and they argued good-naturedly about whether Marvel or DC was the best.

Eventually, the lights in the club came on - it was closing time. Seeing his friends had already gone, Barry offered to walk Claire-Lee home. She accepted and they walked together to her front door. They said goodnight, and Claire-Lee surprised Barry as she pulled him to her for a goodnight kiss. Before he left, she grabbed his wrist and scribbled her phone number onto his arm, with a little heart.

The next morning, Barry awoke with a little hangover, but nothing too bad. He felt a little guilty about flirting with Claire-Lee and kissing her, but nothing had really happened. He resolved to tell Lorraine about it to absolve his guilt. Surely she would understand? She didn't. It was the last straw. Lorraine told him she didn't want to see him anymore. They were breaking up.

She left a distraught Barry alone in his flat. He supposed it had been inevitable, they were too dissimilar, but it still hurt. Then he looked down at his arm, at the number scrawled there. And he realized something. Something that made him happy. So happy, he burst into song...

"I can see Claire-Lee, now Lorraine has gone!" #lamejoke