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" &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m just saying I know a little something about ballroom dancing,&amp;quot; Ed argued.  He, Sarah and I were watching &amp;quot;So You Think You Can Dance&amp;quot; at our place and he and I were having a disagreement about one of the performances.  &amp;quot;What do you know about ballroom dancing?&amp;quot; I asked skeptically.  &amp;quot;Get up,&amp;quot; he demanded.   I didn&amp;#039;t move.   &amp;quot;I said get up!&amp;quot;   I stood up and he put one arm around my waist and grabbed my hand with the other. While he demonstrated proper &amp;quot;form,&amp;quot; Sarah watched us with amusement.  &amp;quot;Huh,&amp;quot; I said, trying to follow his lead and failing miserably. &amp;quot;You actually do know how to dance.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I was learning how for the wedding,&amp;quot; he said, making a face.  &amp;quot;So you never got married. But hey -- at least you learned how to do a Viennese Waltz, right? That&amp;#039;s a useful skill to have.&amp;quot;  He dipped me suddenly, and let go of my hand, his other arm precariously supporting my lower back.  &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;ll drop you, punk,&amp;quot; he warned, a twinkle in his eye. &amp;quot;Don&amp;#039;t think I won&amp;#039;t.&amp;quot;  I wriggled out of his grasp.  &amp;quot;I hereby challenge you to a dance-off,&amp;quot; I announced.  &amp;quot;Oooh!&amp;quot; Sarah said. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m going to choose the music.&amp;quot;  We spent the next hour having the most ridiculous dance-off ever. I eked out a win with slightly better hip-hop moves, which isn&amp;#039;t saying much. Then Ed played DJ while Sarah and I competed. She beat me by a landslide, as she&amp;#039;s actually had a ton of dance training. Sarah and I collapsed on the couch afterward, still giggling, and Ed sank into the chair next to us. We chatted for awhile, and then Ed announced that he had to go home. I got up to walk him out.  &amp;quot;I have a weird random request,&amp;quot; he said when we got to the door, lowering his voice so Sarah wouldn&amp;#039;t hear. &amp;quot;My cousin Becky is getting married in a couple of weeks, and if I show up alone everyone is going to feel sorry for the poor guy who got dumped right before his wedding.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Are you asking me to be your date?&amp;quot; I asked, batting my eyelashes in an exaggerated manner.  &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m asking you to come and keep me company so my family won&amp;#039;t harass me,&amp;quot; he said with a smile.  &amp;quot;But of course,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;But I&amp;#039;m totally going to pretend we&amp;#039;re dating and tell everyone embarrassing made-up stories about you. And you&amp;#039;re required to dance with me.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Deal,&amp;quot; he said, extending his hand.  I shook it, and then we traded goodbyes.  &amp;quot;A wedding?!&amp;quot; Sarah asked as soon as he was out the door, not even trying to hide the fact that she&amp;#039;d been eavesdropping. &amp;quot;You two are SO going to hook up.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;We are not,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;We&amp;#039;re friends.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;K., I have never seen you be so \u2026 yourself around a guy, ever, the way you are with Ed. Not even with Brad. And I&amp;#039;d bet money that he&amp;#039;s the same with you.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s not like that between us,&amp;quot; I protested.  Sarah gave me an exasperated &amp;quot;Whatever&amp;quot; and headed off to bed. Is it really that hard to believe that a man and a woman can have a strictly platonic, fun relationship? Why does everyone assume it has to be more than that? "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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