When I called her into my office and quietly asked her if she was really going to Fresno to see Vance -- she exploded. How dare I accuse her! How dare I question her! How dare I not believe her! So, I told her, "Okay, if I am wrong, I apologize. Not a problem.''
That evening, at her apartment, we were talking and she sheepishly told me that I had been right -- that she really had planned to go to Fresno. I did not get angry. I merely told her, "I will leave that up to you. But, if you go, when you return from Fresno; I do not want to date you again." Not angry, not mad, just -- that's the way it is: Vance -- or me. You decide.