Who then?

That information's
classified.
If
we told you we'd have to
kill ourselves. Real man
-seeking-woman, long walks
on the beach with dogs shit.
Top secret, since dude's married,
probably. Says he isn't, but
isn't that always the business?
You've learned, way too much
to look into this and if
you're smart, wise or otherwise
into self-preservation, you'll just
walk away and go
come back in again fresh,

blithe and self-assured,
like you were never here

before you sit back down
to finish your beer.
And say "Hi. How are you? My name's
still Stephanie. Who are you
meant to be?"