He only imbibes because of his dipsomania. She only practices onanism because she's afraid he'll impregnate her. He despises her monomania. She's too affable, almost to the point of being obsequious. He's too acrimonious and muzzy. She knows she's a bit of a coquette. He thinks he's a cuckold. She used to be flighty until she fell into this convoluted dystopia. He used to find it scintillating to get sozzled. She just wants a lark once in a while. His iniquity makes him want her to be lascivious. Her every fatuity leads to a cabal. He's too opaque and insipid. She has to iterate and reiterate everything she says. He feels his infatuation is unrequited. She finds this unproblematic. He doesn't imbue her with anything anymore. She thinks he's unpitying of that. He'll malinger tomorrow. She'll wonder if it's all adventitious or kismet. She can't handle his odium. He can't stand her ten dollar words.