I want you, I thought. I want you like the sea wants a sacrifice of souls.
Now that's not the sort of thought that normally troubles my thinking tackle on the mezzanine floor of a business event, I can tell you.
In the grip of such a powerful emotion, I did the only thing I could.
"Goodbye," I said, although it may as well have been "beep beep", as I made like the roadrunner out of there. There was then a very embarrassing period while I stood by reception waiting for a cab.
-- Infidelity for First-Time Fathers by Mark Barrowcliffe