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" &amp;quot;Engaged!&amp;quot; Ed declared for the third time, flailing his arms and spilling beer all over the bar.  &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m sorry,&amp;quot; I said sympathetically, putting one hand on his shoulder and grabbing napkins with the other. The bartender glanced over and I shot him an apologetic look.  &amp;quot;Do you know what she said to me when she left? &amp;#039;I&amp;#039;m not ready to get married.&amp;#039; That was less than four months ago!&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;So she lied. And she&amp;#039;d rather be married to an unendowed tool who drives a mid-life crisis car. But Ed, you have to move forward. You&amp;#039;re a great guy -- there are a lot of girls out there who will appreciate that. Get out there and meet some of them.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;You&amp;#039;re one to talk,&amp;quot; he grumbled.  &amp;quot;I went on a date with that Zach guy.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;You BARELY went on a date with that Zach guy. From the second you first saw him, you were looking for a way to work it into conversation that you weren&amp;#039;t ready to date. Plus, it&amp;#039;s not like I&amp;#039;m looking for excuses to email Emily.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I was NOT looking for an excuse to email Brandon,&amp;quot; I protested. &amp;quot;I think it&amp;#039;s natural to express concern when someone you care about loses his or her job.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;You are the worst liar in the world, K. You wanted to test the waters and see where his head was at, and the minute you had an excuse to do so, you went for it.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I hate you.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Why?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Shut up.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Say it.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Because you&amp;#039;re right, okay? Are you happy?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Yes, actually. Thanks for cheering me up.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;This is me changing the subject. Are you going to hire Derrick?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I don&amp;#039;t know yet,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s between him and this woman from FOX News. I like him, but I feel like she&amp;#039;d give us some more credibility, as our staff is pretty much all lefties. We could use a token conservative.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;You&amp;#039;re so shrewd.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I have to be. So wait, how do you know Derrick again?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;We met in college. We interned together at my old station. That&amp;#039;s how I know Brad, too. The three of us were all buddies.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Did you ever date?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;That&amp;#039;s a loaded question. We did SOMETHING, although I&amp;#039;m not sure I&amp;#039;d call it dating.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;What would you call it, then?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;My expecting him to be someone different with me than he was with every other girl because we were friends. While simultaneously pretending I didn&amp;#039;t care and that it was just physical. That about sums it up. Oh, and I sort of cheated on Brandon with him.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Sort of?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;It was one of those &amp;#039;The relationship is over but no one&amp;#039;s said it yet&amp;#039; things. So technically, it was cheating. But I didn&amp;#039;t feel like I was with Brandon at the time, so it didn&amp;#039;t feel like cheating. Still, if I could go back, I wouldn&amp;#039;t do it. Oh my God, why am I telling you all this?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Because I&amp;#039;m non-judgmental and ask a lot of questions. It&amp;#039;s what makes me both a good journalist and a good friend.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Who said you were a good friend?&amp;quot; I asked with a wink.  &amp;quot;Whatever, K.&amp;quot; "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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