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"  I finally got to meet Jenna&amp;#039;s mysterious &amp;quot;Natalie&amp;quot; this morning. They stopped by to see the new place, and then the three of us went out to lunch in the new hood. Sarah couldn&amp;#039;t make it, unfortunately. She had to meet with her co-stars to run some lines. She&amp;#039;s so lucky that the show&amp;#039;s first season was written before the writer&amp;#039;s strike started. I cannot wait for the premiere next month.  So anyway, back to Natalie. First of all, she&amp;#039;s absolutely beautiful, in that way where you look at her and think, &amp;quot;I wonder what my life would be like if I looked like that.&amp;quot; She has this 1930s movie star look -- perfect creamy-white skin, red, pouty lips, long eyelashes and jet black shoulder-length hair with thick bangs and perfect waves. Call me catty, but when I see someone that gorgeous, I just assume she&amp;#039;s going to be a raging bitch. Well, Natalie isn&amp;#039;t. She&amp;#039;s smart, funny, friendly and goofy. If she wasn&amp;#039;t one of my best friend&amp;#039;s girlfriends, I&amp;#039;d probably try really hard to hate her, fail miserably, and then decide I wanted her to be my new best friend. While we ate, we got to talking about what we&amp;#039;d done the night before. I&amp;#039;d gone over to Brad&amp;#039;s new place for take-out and bad TV. When I asked what they did, they&amp;#039;d shot each other a series of nervous glances and silent signals that I couldn&amp;#039;t decipher. Finally, Jenna spoke, cautiously. &amp;quot;I have to tell you something,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;We ran into Meg&amp;#039;s husband last night. Well, actually, he hit on Natalie, and then I came over, and he got flustered and bolted.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;What?!&amp;quot; I exclaimed. &amp;quot;Are you sure he was hitting on you, and not just being a little friendly-flirty?&amp;quot; Natalie nodded. &amp;quot;He told me I looked like Bettie Page,&amp;quot; she explained. &amp;quot;I didn&amp;#039;t want to be rude, so I thanked him. And then he said \u2026&amp;quot; She faltered, and blushed a little. &amp;quot;You look like a girl that likes to have a good time. How about you let me buy you a drink and we can take it from there?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Ew!&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;I know,&amp;quot; she continued. &amp;quot;So I was all like, &amp;#039;I don&amp;#039;t think so, buddy. I&amp;#039;m here with my girlfriend. Get it? GIRLFRIEND.&amp;#039; Then Jenna came over to rescue me, and she was all like, &amp;#039;Al?!&amp;#039; Then he mumbled something about having to go and took off.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;And K.?&amp;quot; Jenna added. &amp;quot;He wasn&amp;#039;t wearing a wedding ring.&amp;quot; As luck would have it, I got a message from Meg later that evening while I was in the shower, telling me that she&amp;#039;s heard back from Derrick about a possible position opening up at my old station. She also wanted to make sure that Derrick was kidding when he said they could &amp;quot;work out a way for her to repay him later, wink, wink.&amp;quot; Ha! That&amp;#039;s so like him to say. But ugh, now what? Meg already gave notice to make her apparent slimeball of a husband happy. I know I should tell her, but there&amp;#039;s that whole &amp;quot;shooting the messenger&amp;quot; thing. I think I&amp;#039;m not going to call her back tonight. She&amp;#039;ll know something&amp;#039;s wrong, and I need to figure out a plan of action. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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