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" I know it was wrong for me to pick up my phone in the middle of a serious conversation with Donatela. But that&amp;#039;s how guys deal when things get too heavy \u2014 at least this guy. When a woman tries to tell me what I&amp;#039;m thinking, she crosses into desperation territory. A girl breaks up with me, the only thing I want to do is hide in my cave. Not true for Donatela; she was much happier trying to convince me to love her.  We did talk some more, but the damage had already been done. Donatela looked at me as though I&amp;#039;d told her she had cancer. It was awful, yes, but in the end, it saved us from a horribly uncomfortable conversation. I know her intentions are good, but it&amp;#039;s just not the way to my heart.  Thankfully, our four-minute time limit had elapsed, so I had a good excuse to leave. I tried to give her a kiss, but she turned her cheek. Didn&amp;#039;t even give me a hug. &amp;quot;Should I give you a call?&amp;quot; I asked.  &amp;quot;Don&amp;#039;t bother.&amp;quot;  If I hadn&amp;#039;t had a message from Blythe, I probably would have felt like an SOB, but she was a good distraction. A man always looks for distractions in times of grief.  Blythe answered the phone on the first ring. &amp;quot;I need to see you,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;Where do you live?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s good to hear your\u2026&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Where do you live, Zach?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;At the present time, I&amp;#039;m homeless. Long story. But if you want, we could meet at the Wave Inn.&amp;quot;  She got there before me. I saw her sitting anxiously in her car, smoking a cigarette.  &amp;quot;Hi,&amp;quot; I said, knocking on her window.  She got out quickly and walked to my room.  &amp;quot;I thought you don&amp;#039;t like smokers,&amp;quot; I teased.  &amp;quot;But I don&amp;#039;t mind smoking myself.&amp;quot;  As soon as we walked in the room, she threw me down on the bed and began to ravage me. I wasn&amp;#039;t as into it as normal, unfortunately. The conversation with Donatela was too fresh in my mind. How had it come to this sad state of affairs?  When we were through, Blythe didn&amp;#039;t say a word. She just rolled out of bed and took a shower. I sat up and began watching a soap opera. Her phone, which sat by the side of the bed, began to buzz. I looked at it glowing and suddenly felt an unbearable urge to answer it. I mean, why not? I had no idea who this girl was, really. It was only right that I do a little investigating.  I picked up the phone and saw a text-message alert. The shower was still going, so I read it.  Whatcha doing, Paula? \u2013Mike "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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