You know a relationship's doomed when your intended starts spouting Shakespeare at you.
Now, it isn't that I'm against Shakespeare. Far from it, actually. I quite like Shakespeare. He was a very attractive man. It's only that once you've heard the Bard compose a sonnet in your honor, hearing someone else recite it to you – and badly, I might add – well. It just sort of... kills it. And there's no good way to let them down easy, either. It's not as if you can say to a person, 'Sorry, I don't mean to brag, but I am the Dark Lady. Go away now, please.' Telling someone off like that is the sort of thing that's likely to get you sectioned. As a future neurosurgeon, that's something I'd desperately like to avoid.
And, erm. Hello, I suppose? My name is Sumati Bhena, and if you haven't guessed already, the woman in my head is called Martha Jones. Which... sounds a bit mad when you put it like that, but there you have it. We're all mad here?