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"  Last night I had coffee with Brandon, and getting there was the not-so-fun half of the battle.  Neighbor Boy spent the night Tuesday. Actually, he&amp;#039;s been spending pretty much every night here. Sarah had been out and we&amp;#039;d ordered Indian and watched a DVD. This morning, I whipped us up some omelets before work, and on his way out, he gave me a long, lingering kiss and said:  &amp;quot;As much as I love being able to fondle you incessantly without appearing indecent, I think we should get out of the house at some point and go on a date like normal people. Want to have dinner tonight?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Can we do it tomorrow?&amp;quot; I asked. &amp;quot;I told Jenna I&amp;#039;d meet her for drinks after work.&amp;quot; I felt awful lying, and hoped he couldn&amp;#039;t read the truth on my face.  &amp;quot;Sure,&amp;quot; he said, cheerfully. Phew. &amp;quot;Feel free to invite me over for a late-night booty call.&amp;quot;  I promised I would and headed off to work feeling guilty, and wondering why I&amp;#039;d agreed to go on a date with someone else when I already had someone I was crazy about.  Luckily, Meg was still at work when I got there, so I headed over to the assignment desk for a pow-wow. I told her the whole story, and she listened and was totally supportive. In the middle of our conversation, Tex walked by.  &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;d be careful if I were you, K.&amp;quot; Tex said. &amp;quot;You&amp;#039;d be surprise how a lie can spiral out of control. Right, Meggy?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Shut. Up. Tex.,&amp;quot; Meg said. &amp;quot;God!&amp;quot; He walked away, laughing, and I threw an eraser at the back of his head and missed. I met up with Brandon at a coffee shop post-work, and he was just as adorable, smart and funny as I&amp;#039;d remembered. Bummer.  &amp;quot;So, how&amp;#039;d I do?&amp;quot; he asked, smiling, after we paid the bill. &amp;quot;Wanna go somewhere and make out with me?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Brandon, you&amp;#039;re great,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;And if I&amp;#039;d met you a month ago\u2026&amp;quot; &amp;quot;You would have dumped me for the new guy,&amp;quot; he said.  &amp;quot;Probably,&amp;quot; I admitted. &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s just timing. That&amp;#039;s it.&amp;quot; I meant it, too. &amp;quot;Wanna be friends?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Not to sound like a jerk,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;But I have enough friends. What I&amp;#039;m looking for is a girlfriend. So, when you realize this guy is lame, because he probably is if it took him this long to man up, give me a call and maybe we can try again.&amp;quot;  I told him I would, and left wondering what actually would have happened if I&amp;#039;d met Brandon a month ago. Would I have been immune to Neighbor Boy by that point? Why did Neighbor Boy and Ashley actually break up? Was it because of me, or some other reason? Suddenly, I started to doubt my new fairy tale relationship.  When NB knocked on my door later that night, though, all doubts disappeared, and I realized that I was right where I wanted to be. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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