Almost Betrayed

I've always been amused by the old convention of men being betrayed by lipstick smudges, but I see that in the 21st Century it may have new life.

Today I was almost betrayed by a chocolate smudge on my cheek. We're on a modified Atkins diet, you see. It wasn't even a very good chocolate doughnut. That's part of the older convention, too: "I didn't love her. She was a floozy."

Indeed, that was one floozy of a doughnut, with all that that implies.