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" I called Ed first thing this morning to get the contact info for the potential job he&amp;#039;d mentioned at the networking party.  &amp;quot;She turned the job down, K.,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m sorry for getting your hopes up. I really thought she was going to come work for us. She was excited about the position, but ultimately didn&amp;#039;t see a small web start up as a good gamble in this economy.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;You could always hire ME,&amp;quot; I pointed out.  &amp;quot;Nope. Sorry. How about I buy you lunch today instead? I just so happen to have a 2:00 meeting near your office. Not a date of course.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Of course,&amp;quot; I said, smiling.  I met him downstairs around noon, and we headed out to the bistro around the corner. I ordered a salad and a sparkling water, while he opted for a chicken quesadilla and a Coke.  &amp;quot;You don&amp;#039;t really strike me as a salad kind of girl,&amp;quot; he said.  &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m not,&amp;quot; I admitted. &amp;quot;But my job requires me to\u2026how shall I put it? Maintain a consistent image?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;In other words, stay thin.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Exactly.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;You need a new job,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;If only for the cheeseburgers.&amp;quot;  While we ate, we traded relationship stories. I told him the abbreviated version of the Brandon saga, and he told me about his broken engagement to Emily, who left him for &amp;quot;some rich asshat who drives a Ferrari to overcompensate for his tiny penis.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Glad to see you&amp;#039;re not bitter about it,&amp;quot; I teased.  He laughed. &amp;quot;I am, I admit it. It would be one thing if she left me for someone cool and down-to-Earth, you know? Then I&amp;#039;d get it. But this guy is the epitome of a tool, which makes no sense to me. Especially since in the four-plus years we were together, she never seemed to care much about money. And it can&amp;#039;t be his grating personality she likes, or his aforementioned tiny penis.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Do you have tiny penis confirmation?&amp;quot; I asked, laughing.  &amp;quot;K.,&amp;quot; he said, mock-seriously. &amp;quot;A Ferrari. Come on. That IS confirmation.&amp;quot;  We talked and laughed long after I finished both my salad and what was left of Ed&amp;#039;s quesadilla, much to his delight. He even chanted &amp;quot;Eat! Eat! Eat!&amp;quot; while I did it. Finally, I checked the time on my cell and realized I&amp;#039;d been gone almost two hours\u2026!  &amp;quot;Yikes, I&amp;#039;m going to be late for my meeting if I don&amp;#039;t leave now,&amp;quot; Ed said. &amp;quot;This was fun. We should do it again some time.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Yeah, but not if it&amp;#039;s like a date or anything,&amp;quot; I said with a mischievous smile.  &amp;quot;Naturally,&amp;quot; he said, paying the bill. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m off.&amp;quot; He shook my hand and we parted ways.  You know what&amp;#039;s weird? Even though Ed&amp;#039;s cute, smart, and hilarious, I have no desire to date him. He&amp;#039;s so not over his last relationship, for one thing, and I&amp;#039;m guessing it&amp;#039;s going to be a long time before he even thinks about getting into another one. Plus, being around him is so easy and fun, I don&amp;#039;t want to ruin it by getting romantically involved. I think I may just have a new guy friend who actually has honorable intentions. Woo hoo! "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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