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"  Editor&amp;#039;s note: We won&amp;#039;t be posting on Sat, Sun, or Mon (because of the holiday), so check back on Tuesday for the continued run of getting everyone caught up on K.! Thanks! Jenna called me the day after I sent out the articles of On the Issues to congratulate me, and we decided to get together for dinner last night.  We hit a new Sri Lankan place in her neighborhood, and made a rather crucial mistake when the waitress asked us if we wanted our dishes &amp;quot;hot&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;mild.&amp;quot; Now, I&amp;#039;m no baby when it comes to spicy food. At my favorite wing place, I always order the &amp;quot;hellfire&amp;quot; wings, the hottest ones, and love them. (Plus they make me feel like a badass.) But this stuff? First of all, it was delicious. But it was almost too spicy to enjoy its deliciousness. We went through a bottle of wine and two pitchers of water, and our mouths were still on fire.  &amp;quot;Okay, I need advice,&amp;quot; Jenna said in between sips of water.  &amp;quot;Shoot.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I have feelings for Trisha,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;The chef at the fundraiser you worked?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I remember Trisha. Did anything happen that night when I went home and you all went out?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;No,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;But it almost did. And it could have. And we&amp;#039;ve been IMing every day, and I don&amp;#039;t know what to do. Excuse me,&amp;quot; she said to the waitress as she walked by. &amp;quot;Can we please have some more water?&amp;quot;  The waitress snickered and took our empty pitcher away.  &amp;quot;What should I do?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;That&amp;#039;s a tough call,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;I mean, you know I love Natalie, so it&amp;#039;s hard for me to say you shouldn&amp;#039;t be with her. But Trisha is also very cool. If you&amp;#039;re even considering it, though, I think it means that there&amp;#039;s a problem in your relationship with Natalie that needs addressing more than that Trisha is really the one you should be with, you know?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I know,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s just hard to be with Natalie sometimes. Like, we have awkward moments, and misunderstandings, and I just don&amp;#039;t feel like we connect as well as we should. Then I talk to Trisha, and it&amp;#039;s just seamless. It&amp;#039;s easy.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;But you&amp;#039;re not in a relationship with Trisha,&amp;quot; I pointed out. &amp;quot;That could be completely different.&amp;quot;  Just then, our waitress arrived with complimentary ice cream. Well, it wasn&amp;#039;t ice cream, exactly, but it was something in the ice cream family. We dove in.  &amp;quot;Oh thank god, my mouth finally stopped burning,&amp;quot; Jenna said after swallowing the first spoonful. I nodded in agreement.  &amp;quot;So you don&amp;#039;t have some magical answer that&amp;#039;s going to make me figure out what to do then, huh?&amp;quot; Jenna asked.  &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m afraid not.&amp;quot;  When I got home that night, I started thinking about my past relationships, and how I&amp;#039;ve never been in a situation where I thought about leaving someone for someone else. Is that abnormal? I think I&amp;#039;ve always just been a one-thing-at-a-time kind of girl, even when the going got rough. Maybe it&amp;#039;s just that, for me, relationships are complicated enough -- add a third person to the mix and it&amp;#039;s completely unmanageable. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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