Read from the beginning. Daniel Undone – Memoirs of a Maniac
For months I’d been singing a song from my college singing repertoire. It was a very romantic French song. It was about a hummingbird that flies far and wide to find a flower. With one sip of the nectar it dies of ecstasy, just as, says the lover, I will die if you kiss me. I had this notion that it might woo someone with it. My wife never cared much for my singing; not because I was bad, but because I was so intense about it. I had studied music in college and had worked night and day to be as good as I could be. My wife, on the other hand, had worked very little at all and yet still had a better voice than me. I had prepared for this opportunity for who knows how long. I didn’t just want to turn her on. I wanted her to fall for me, and I felt that the song was my best chance.