Sensitive Harry was brooding at his table. He pulled out his phone to call his number one comrade, Peter. After a few rings, Peter answers the phone.
"Hey, Harry. What's going on with you, my friend?" Peter replies.
"Hey, Pete. It's time to initiate our pact." Said Harry, who was recently ditched in the middle of a dinner date at Olive Garden.
"I'm down for that." Peter said.
"Pete, please don't let me die alone."
"So dramatic, Har. You're going to find someone. Me? I'm never gonna be alone. But if it makes you feel any better, if in 10 years and we're still single, we'll be a couple. A dopey, sappy, cute couple."
"Really, Peter?" Asked a doubtful Harry.
"I'll be there in about 5, Har."
Nearly 10 Minutes Later
When Peter got there, he spotted Harry sitting at a table. Harry was wallowing and singing one of Peter's favorite songs to himself.
Someday ooh someday
The one you gave away will be the only one you're wishing for
Someday hey hey
Boy you're gonna pay 'cause baby I'm the one who's keeping score
"Here." Peter said, and hands a startled Harry a napkin. "Write something up. We'll both sign it, and have Max take a look at it."
"Fine." Says Harry while writing the agreement. "Here's to us."
"No turning back, if that makes you happy, Har?"
"Nope. Cheers." Harry says while lifting his glass.
"Cheers, buddy." Clinking his beer against Harry's drink.