Cry. Probably wail, in fact. Then run to the kitchen, or some other room, wait for the hostess to dig me out of the corner I was cowering in, and then try to get the words out without having a stroke, all the while feeling extremely guilty that I couldn't just keep it to myself.
If you could put anyone you know on Prozac, who would you choose?
Not sure about this one. Maybe my brother's dog.
How do you feel about public displays of affection?
Holding hands is ok....otherwise, get a room! Unless it's your freaking wedding day, nobody wants to see you making out.