He gave up. He wasn't feel particularly social, quite the opposite, so he decided to indulge his morose mood and browse through all the little trinkets that he had kept from better days. He moved to his bed and pulled out a large red cardboard box from underneath it, before retreating back to his sofa and collapsing backwards, the box on his lap.
Lifting the top he smiled serenely as he was instantly met by all those past flames. He smelled the perfume Lydia used to wear. He noticed the ribbon that Claire, his first girlfriend and a cute little redhead to boot had once used to tie her hair. There was the necklace Alice had given him as a parting gift. She'd gone somewhere abroad with her producer to be the next Beyoncé, or J-Lo, or something. It was amazing how fast he had forgotten. He sighed again, and wished for better days.
He dipped his hand into the box and started fumbling around, when suddenly he felt a little electric jolt, and pulled his hand back. He gazed at his fingertips for a while, and then back to the box. He certainly hadn't touched any metal, so not even static had done that. He checked to see where his hand and been, to try and work out what happened.