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"  I didn&amp;#039;t hear from Trevor until Friday afternoon at 5 o&amp;#039;clock. Friday afternoon at 5 o&amp;#039;clock. Listen, I don&amp;#039;t subscribe to any hard-and-fast dating rules, but when a guy you recently slept with texts you at 5 o&amp;#039;clock on a Friday afternoon and asks you what your weekend looks like, you do not make room for him. Not even for coffee on Sunday. I texted him back, &amp;quot;Overcommitted as usual (lie). You&amp;#039;ve got to give me more of a heads up next time \u263A.&amp;quot; Oh yeah, I did it, I emoticonned him. But it was the only way to ensure my text came across as light and breezy so that hopefully there will be a next time. He wrote back &amp;quot;Bummer, but I&amp;#039;ll remember to do that.&amp;quot;  I don&amp;#039;t want to make a mountain out of a molehill but this does not seem like the behavior of a guy who wants to fall in love with me, and marry me, and have babies with me. I called Ashley at work, my chin quivering like a tantrum-throwing prostitot on Toddlers and Tiaras, and read her our exchange.   &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s not terrible,&amp;quot; she said after a pause.  &amp;quot;But it&amp;#039;s not great either,&amp;quot; I pointed out.  &amp;quot;No, it&amp;#039;s not,&amp;quot; she agreed. Having someone confirm that my instincts weren&amp;#039;t totally crazy made me feel like my stomach might fall out of my butt.  &amp;quot;Is it super desperate if I text FME (that&amp;#039;s our nickname for Mark, it stands for Eff Me Eyes) on a Friday afternoon?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Hmm,&amp;quot; Ashley hummed into the phone. &amp;quot;Actually no, I don&amp;#039;t think it is. Text him and see if he&amp;#039;s around on Saturday, I&amp;#039;ll have people over so you have something to invite him to.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Wait, really?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Yeah, I&amp;#039;ve been meaning to ever since I got couches,&amp;quot; she said.  &amp;quot;Yeah, thank God you did that by the way.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I like the second level of Bloomingdales more than I like comfortable seating, what can I tell you?&amp;quot; Ashley is officially the best best friend I could ever have and we&amp;#039;ll never ever ever ever be apartttt (Sorry, that just begged for a Hangover reference). Right after we hung up, I texted Mark, &amp;quot;Hey, it&amp;#039;s your dyslexic pal, Josie. My friend is having people over tomorrow night, let me know if you want to swing by.&amp;quot; Twenty-five minutes later, he wrote, &amp;quot;Cool. When and where?&amp;quot; I wish I could say his response excited me more than it did, but I&amp;#039;m hurting a little over the fact that Trevor isn&amp;#039;t treating me with a stronger sense of urgency.  Is it wrong of me to hang out with FME when I really have my sights set on Trevor? And be honest, do you think he&amp;#039;s giving me the run around? "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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