Now she was equally angry and hurt. She wanted to reach out, grab him by the hair and yank it out so he had a bleeding bald spot right in the middle of the scalp.
Honey knew that if no one was interested in her honey pot then he wouldn't either. He was prejudice that way and when the time came when her chin began to sag and her veins sprouted blue branched...he'd be seeking younger pastures.
She was seething. If this was a cartoon, steam might have come billowing out of her ears.
But she wasn't the sort to get violent. Honey was the kind that got even. He expected her to chase after him like he'd just lost the prom title but right now she didn't have it in her. She didn't deserve having to exert so much emotional energy in spending time with him. Instead she cried out after him, "Well how was I supposed to react to you having herpes! Get some ointment for christ sakes!"
Then she turned to leave the restaurant, going back to the table to grab her purse and whatever else she didn't want him to toss out his car window.