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"  I was supposed to have a dinner date with Chef Marc last night, only he cancelled on me at the last minute. He claimed a work emergency, but I&amp;#039;m skeptical. This isn&amp;#039;t one of my &amp;quot;K. has trust issues&amp;quot; scenarios, either. Or at least, I think it isn&amp;#039;t. My first clue that something was amiss was that I didn&amp;#039;t hear from him for like five days. I usually get at least an email every other day and usually a phone call in there, too. Then, I emailed him on Wednesday to say hi and ask if we were still on for tonight. He didn&amp;#039;t respond until Friday morning, and this was the email: To: K From: Chef Marc Subject: re: Dessert  K.- Sorry I didn&amp;#039;t write back sooner -- things have been crazy. I&amp;#039;ll call you. -Chef Marc So immediately I&amp;#039;m thinking, &amp;quot;Is he calling me because we&amp;#039;re going to have some sort of talk?&amp;quot; No confirmation on dinner plans. Logical conclusion, right? I called Sarah to discuss. &amp;quot;I think you might be getting the proverbial boot,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;Sorry, babe. It&amp;#039;s a good thing you didn&amp;#039;t like him that much, at least.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I like him!&amp;quot; I protested. &amp;quot;Then why haven&amp;#039;t you had sex with him yet?&amp;quot; she asked. The Big Question. The one I don&amp;#039;t really have an answer to. He&amp;#039;s hot. He&amp;#039;s practically a celebrity in the cooking world. We have fun together. He feeds me wonderful food, both literally and figuratively. He can do impossible-to-imagine things with his tongue (TMI?). Yet, I have no desire to wake up next to him naked in the morning.  So anyway, back to today. I still hadn&amp;#039;t heard from him when noon rolled around, and I decided to not do the sit-around-chewing-my-fingernails-off thing and just call him. Jane wouldn&amp;#039;t approve, but I figure if a guy I&amp;#039;m dating gets an anxiety attack from my calling him when it&amp;#039;s supposedly his turn, then he really won&amp;#039;t be able to deal with me when I have PMS so we&amp;#039;re better off, anyway.  &amp;quot;K.!&amp;quot; he said when he heard my voice. He sounded happy to hear from me. Good sign. &amp;quot;Hey there,&amp;quot; I said cheerfully. &amp;quot;I just wanted to check in and see if we were still on for tonight.&amp;quot; Silence. Bad sign. Finally, he spoke. &amp;quot;I completely forgot it was tonight,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;I am so sorry. I have some VIPs coming into the restaurant tonight, and they&amp;#039;ll be expecting some face-time, so I can&amp;#039;t really leave.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;No problem,&amp;quot; I said, trying to sound understanding. &amp;quot;We can do it another time.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Yeah.&amp;quot; Just then I heard a loud CRASH! In the background. &amp;quot;Uh oh. K. I gotta go. I&amp;#039;ll call you back in five minutes, okay?&amp;quot; I can understand having to be at the restaurant to greet some VIPs. I can also understand a crash-related emergency that needs to be taken care.  What I can&amp;#039;t understand, though, is that it&amp;#039;s been eight hours and I still haven&amp;#039;t heard back from him. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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