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" India looked great on our date, but I couldn&amp;#039;t help but notice she was wearing the same sexy black top she wore in the photo with Richard. It was like a cold washcloth across the face.  She made us mussels and we had a pleasant conversation, but for the life of me I can&amp;#039;t remember anything we said. I was too busy trying to figure this woman out. What did she want from me? Why was I there?  When we were done, she asked if I wanted to watch a DVD. I thought, what is up with that? A movie? Was I her BFF now? Reluctantly I agreed, and we went to her den to watch Wall-E on her flat screen.  She leaned against me and put her hand on my leg; I reciprocated by putting my hand on her breast. We kissed a little during the movie, but nothing too serious. It was as if we were both distracted and not totally into it.  When she got up to go to the bathroom, I noticed her computer sitting on the desk. I got up to check my e-mail. Naturally, she was logged on to Facebook. She was always on frickin&amp;#039; Facebook \u2014 the boinker.  There was a status message from two hours ago: &amp;quot;India is cooking mussels.&amp;quot; Under that Richard had commented. &amp;quot;Mmm. Sounds yummy.&amp;quot;  Furious, I found myself clicking on her profile page and scanned down the page. My jaw tightened. She&amp;#039;d changed her Relationship Status from &amp;quot;In a relationship&amp;quot; to &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s complicated&amp;quot;.  Complicated how? Complicated in that she used to date Richard now she dates me, or vice versa? Complicated in that she&amp;#039;s torn between two lovers and feeling like a fool?  I heard her shut the bathroom door and walk back to the den.  &amp;quot;This movie is sort of depressing,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m glad I didn&amp;#039;t show it to my kids.&amp;quot;  I nodded my head.  &amp;quot;You feeling all right?&amp;quot; she asked.  &amp;quot;Yeah. Why?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;You just seem sort of out of it.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m just full and sort of tired.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Maybe I should take you to the train a little early.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;If you wouldn&amp;#039;t mind. That would be great. Sorry to be such a party pooper.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;No worries. I&amp;#039;ll get my keys.&amp;quot;  When I got home and checked her relationship status, she&amp;#039;d changed it once again.  &amp;quot;Single,&amp;quot; it said. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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