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"  Earlier this week, Derrick emailed Meg and me to see if we wanted to hit happy hour with him on Friday. To recap: I decided to forgive Derrick for sort-of-but-not-really breaking my heart, and he tried to get Meg a job at his (and my old) station when she thought her and Al were going to work things out. They&amp;#039;d never met in person, but had emailed quite a bit. It was a mending fences/getting to know you offer and Meg and I were happy to take him up on it. She met me at the station after my shift and we headed over to the pub in my old neighborhood because Derrick and I missed Victor, World&amp;#039;s Greatest Bartender\u2122.  &amp;quot;You look great,&amp;quot; Derrick said after giving me a long hug.  &amp;quot;Thanks, so do you,&amp;quot; I said. And he did. He was trim, toned and tan, looking effortlessly gorgeous in faded jeans and a light blue button-down. It bugged me a little to see him like that. Part of me was hoping he&amp;#039;d look like crap and tell me how much he regretted hurting me and beg me to come back and I could be all, &amp;quot;Sorry! I&amp;#039;m seeing the greatest guy on Earth! You snooze, you lose!&amp;quot; Only a small part, though. The rest of me was genuinely happy that my old friend was doing so well.  And he&amp;#039;s doing really well. They promoted him to daytime assignment editor, and he had been talking to Robert, the news director, about the assistant news director position opening up soon.  &amp;quot;Look at you,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;When you first got here, you were a poor aspiring filmmaker. Now you&amp;#039;re doing better than I am.&amp;quot;  Then Meg and Derrick started talking assignment editor stuff, and I got up to get us another round. When I got back, they were sitting a little bit closer and laughing, and I saw it: chemistry. They totally had it. I sat down, and Meg slid away from him in the booth and turned her attention toward me.  &amp;quot;Did you tell Derrick about your new boyfriend?&amp;quot; she asked, grinning mischievously at me.  &amp;quot;Subtle, Meg,&amp;quot; I said, laughing.  &amp;quot;She has a new boyfriend,&amp;quot; Meg said. &amp;quot;And he&amp;#039;s basically perfect.&amp;quot;  Now it was Derrick&amp;#039;s turn to laugh. &amp;quot;If I had known you two were going to ambush me with stories about how great K.&amp;#039;s been without me\u2026&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I had nothing to do with it!&amp;quot; I said, at the same time Meg said, &amp;quot;She had nothing to do with it!&amp;quot; Then we all started laughing.  Meg grabbed her purse. &amp;quot;Now that I&amp;#039;ve done what I do best, which is make everything incredibly awkward, I&amp;#039;m going to leave you two to deal with it.&amp;quot; She kissed me on the cheek, shook Derrick&amp;#039;s hand and said it was nice meeting him, and left in a bit of a hurry.  &amp;quot;So\u2026&amp;quot; I began. &amp;quot;Didja ask her out?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I did,&amp;quot; he admitted. &amp;quot;But she turned me down.&amp;quot;  We steered the conversation toward less awkward topics for the next hour, and then called it a night with promises to keep in better touch. And now I&amp;#039;m faced with a dilemma: Meg likes Derrick. I can tell. She won&amp;#039;t do anything about it because she&amp;#039;s that kind of friend. I don&amp;#039;t want Derrick&amp;#039;s and my past to stand in the way of her happiness. But from what I knew, Derrick was a total player; And if that&amp;#039;s still the case, I don&amp;#039;t want to subject my friend to that. And if he&amp;#039;s not a player anymore, and they end up in a real, honest-to-goodness relationship, will I be able to deal? "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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