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" Mitchell left for Chicago yesterday, and Ben was left feeling pretty bummed out. Last night, I decided to take advantage of an empty house (Brad is in D.C. for work), and make him a fancy dinner to cheer him up. After spending my entire lunch break looking up recipes online, I decided to go half-decadent and half-healthy: spicy lamb burgers in whole wheat pita with yogurt sauce, oven fries, and a green salad with a lemon vinaigrette. When he arrived, the burgers had just gone into the pan, and the fries had been roasting for about 20 minutes. &amp;quot;It smells amazing in here,&amp;quot; he said, brandishing a bottle of ros\u00E9 and giving me a lingering kiss.  &amp;quot;Let&amp;#039;s hope it tastes as good as it smells,&amp;quot; I said.  I had set the picnic table in the backyard with a nice tablecloth, candles and a sunflower in a vase. Ben played around with Spotify on my laptop while I cooked. &amp;quot;You better not be filling up my Spotify with sensitive indie rock!&amp;quot; I yelled from the kitchen. &amp;quot;You need something to balance out all the Katy Perry and Pink!&amp;quot; he yelled back. When the food was done, I shooed him off my laptop (and vowed to unstar all of the sensitive indie rock he&amp;#039;d added to my library), and ushered him outside. Luckily, the food did taste as good as it smelled. Ben seemed pleased, but still bummed out. &amp;quot;How are you doing?&amp;quot; I asked, mid-fry. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m okay,&amp;quot; he said, unconvincingly. &amp;quot;I just really thought Mitchell was going to stay, and that he and Ursula would get back together, and everything would go back to the way it&amp;#039;s supposed to be.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Maybe that&amp;#039;s not the way it&amp;#039;s supposed to be,&amp;quot; I said gently. He nodded, in a way that said he knew I was right, but wasn&amp;#039;t happy about it. &amp;quot;So I have a week off before I start the new job,&amp;quot; he began. &amp;quot;I was thinking of going out to Chicago. Do you think you could come?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I could probably swing the weekend, with maybe an extra day? I definitely can&amp;#039;t take a whole week off with less than a month&amp;#039;s notice. Plus, our cable special is due that week, and we&amp;#039;ll probably have a few late nights leading up to it.&amp;quot; Ben looked disappointed, but didn&amp;#039;t push it. Suddenly, his cell phone, which was out on the table, vibrated. He picked it up, read and sighed. &amp;quot;What is it?&amp;quot; I asked. &amp;quot;Ursula.&amp;quot; Then he began reading the text out loud. &amp;quot;Would it be messed up for me to go on a date with Neil? He won&amp;#039;t stop asking, and he&amp;#039;s starting to wear me down.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Oh dear,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;Yeah. Remember when Mitchell said that he wasn&amp;#039;t worried because Neil didn&amp;#039;t have a chance?&amp;quot; I nodded. &amp;quot;That was pretty hilarious, huh?&amp;quot; After dinner, we moved into the living room. I was debating whether or not to start putting the moves on Ben, when he interrupted my thoughts. &amp;quot;K.? Would it be okay if we just went to sleep tonight? I just don&amp;#039;t think I&amp;#039;m up for it right now.&amp;quot; I suspected that I could have changed his mind, but I didn&amp;#039;t try. His best friend just moved across the country, and clearly he needs time to process that. For once, I didn&amp;#039;t even take it personally! For the record, I really don&amp;#039;t think Ursula should date Neil. That just has &amp;quot;messy&amp;quot; written all over it. Posted at 7:01 AM "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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