Sally sighed and watched Harold stand up. "How would you know what my standards are anyway?" Sally was started to get angry. There was no reason really, except that her nerves were eating at her and she just wanted it done. "And besides, who said anything about willing?" Sally was standing by now, with her arms over her chest. "You can't help you like, believe me, if I could I'd be mooning over some girl right now, instead of constantly thinking about you!"
It took Sally about thirty seconds to realize that she had said it. "Shite."