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"  Justin and I were supposed to go out with Rick (his roommate) and his fianc\u00E9 earlier this week, but I asked Justin if we could take a rain check because I still hadn&amp;#039;t gotten a chance to read through all of those proposals that William had asked me to read. &amp;quot;This is the only night Rick can go out this week,&amp;quot; Justin protested when I called him at work in the morning.  &amp;quot;I know,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;But I&amp;#039;m out on Friday and I want to be able to get back to William before the end of the week.&amp;quot; I looked over my shoulder to make sure no one was around to hear what I was about to say next. &amp;quot;I hardly get a second to myself here. There&amp;#039;s no chance I&amp;#039;ll get through these if I don&amp;#039;t read them after work.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Alright. Fine.&amp;quot; He didn&amp;#039;t sound like he was fine with it.  &amp;quot;You can still go!&amp;quot; I said.  &amp;quot;That would be weird,&amp;quot; Justin said.  &amp;quot;Because it disrupts the double date dynamic?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Yes, ok?&amp;quot; Justin laughed.  &amp;quot;Well then just come over and watch football while I read.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Josie, football season is long over.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Whatever.&amp;quot; In a breathy whisper, I added, &amp;quot;I have some new bikinis that I want to model for you.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;They better consist of dental floss and not much else.&amp;quot;  I was in the office until eight, and then I made a mad dash home to meet Justin. We ordered food, poured some wine, and got comfy on the couch, me with the stack of proposals in my lap, him pointing the remote at the TV.  &amp;quot;Anything good?&amp;quot; Justin asked me after a while.  &amp;quot;Actually, yes,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;You won&amp;#039;t recognize this actress by her name but she&amp;#039;s always playing the best friend to like, Jennifer Garner or Kate Hudson in terrible rom-coms. You&amp;#039;d know her if you saw her\u2014kind of goofy looking.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;So what&amp;#039;s her deal?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;She wants to write a book about how much she hates being healthy\u2014like eating right and working out and all of that\u2014but that she does it any way because that&amp;#039;s just what you do as an adult. You take care of yourself.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Don&amp;#039;t take this the wrong way,&amp;quot; Justin said, &amp;quot;But that sounds really boring.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Well, she&amp;#039;s written it up in this really funny way. And there would be a service element\u2014recipes, workouts. Kind of like The Lazy Girl Guide to Being Healthy.&amp;quot; As soon as I said those words, I knew I had something. I couldn&amp;#039;t wait to tell William about it in the morning.  Justin shrugged. &amp;quot;You know better than I do I guess.&amp;quot;  I was so confident about what I had in my hands that I didn&amp;#039;t even register Justin&amp;#039;s indifference. I plopped the stack of proposals on the coffee table and leaned forward to give him a kiss. &amp;quot;Fashion show time!&amp;quot;  I skipped into my bedroom and slipped into my favorite new bathing suit. It wasn&amp;#039;t exactly a bikini\u2014it was a one piece (&amp;quot;Is it a speedo?&amp;quot; Nina demanded when I first described it to her) with cut outs all along the side and in the back. The top made my boobs look so high and perky, they almost looked fake.  &amp;quot;Tadaaa,&amp;quot; I sang as I stepped in front of Justin, blocking the TV. He just looked at me.  &amp;quot;You like?&amp;quot; I did a little twirl. As I was pivoting I felt his hand just above my hip. For a second, I actually thought he was coming on to me. But then he squeezed my flesh in his hand and the night took an ugly turn.  &amp;quot;This is what happens when you stop training for a half marathon,&amp;quot; he said, holding on to my apparent love handle.  I felt like the next few moments happened in slow motion. I turned around to face him, my mouth hanging open. Justin was smiling. Smiling.  &amp;quot;I can&amp;#039;t believe you just said that,&amp;quot; I said, quietly.  &amp;quot;Oh, Josie come on. I was just kidding. You know you look great.&amp;quot;  I tried to fight the hot tears that were forming in the corners of my eyes, but I couldn&amp;#039;t, and they spilled onto my cheeks. I&amp;#039;d lost eight pounds training for the half marathon and I&amp;#039;d gained three of them back. I was far from fat, but I&amp;#039;ll never be a stick, and I&amp;#039;ve always felt self-conscious about my mid-section.  &amp;quot;Shit, Josie.&amp;quot; Justin jumped up and wrapped his arms around me. &amp;quot;I was just kidding, I swear. Please don&amp;#039;t be upset.&amp;quot;  I pushed him away. &amp;quot;Who makes a joke like that? That was so uncalled for.&amp;quot;  Justin hung his head. &amp;quot;You&amp;#039;re right. I&amp;#039;m so sorry. Please don&amp;#039;t cry.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Do you know that for six months in high school I ate nothing but eggs and carrots and got down to 98 pounds?&amp;quot; Only a few people in my life know that about me\u2014my parents, obviously, Ashley and Nina, and Eric, my ex-boyfriend.  Now Justin&amp;#039;s mouth dropped open. &amp;quot;I didn&amp;#039;t\u2026why would you do that?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Because some asshole lacrosse player called me a wide load. Jokingly, of course.&amp;quot; I glared at him.  &amp;quot;Josie, you have the most amazing body. You have to know that. I am such a moron for saying what I just did.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I just don&amp;#039;t get why you said that at all.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Because I&amp;#039;m a moron,&amp;quot; Justin repeated, his eyes pleading with me to forgive him. I just couldn&amp;#039;t forget the feeling of his hand on my side, squeezing.  &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m going to get ready for bed,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m exhausted.&amp;quot;  Justin grabbed my hand as I tried to walk away and pulled me towards him. &amp;quot;Josie, I love you. I&amp;#039;m so sorry.&amp;quot;  You heard that right. This terrible moment is the moment Justin chose to drop the L bomb for the first time. I should have been ecstatic, but it just made me ache with sadness that this was the way it happened. Did he even mean it? Or was this just a last ditch attempt to make things right, especially since we had a vacation coming up?  For the second time that night, but for entirely different reasons, I said, &amp;quot;I can&amp;#039;t believe you just said that.&amp;quot;  Justin pulled me closer and hugged me. &amp;quot;I just never want to be the cause of seeing you that upset again. Do you forgive me?&amp;quot;  I didn&amp;#039;t, but I couldn&amp;#039;t say that. &amp;quot;I just want to forget this entire night.&amp;quot; It was all I could manage to say.  I unraveled myself from Justin&amp;#039;s arms and headed back into my room. While Justin turned off the TV and cleaned up our dinner, I peeled the offending garment off my body and tossed it in the corner. Maybe I&amp;#039;m being a Sensitive Sally, but there was no way I was wearing that thing in Mexico now. I curled up underneath the covers and a few minutes later, Justin joined me. He wrapped his arms around me from behind, burying his head in my neck and squeezing me tight. I wanted to squeeze back, but I just couldn&amp;#039;t bring myself to do it. I was so looking forward to going away to Mexico together and now I feel like the whole trip is tainted by this incident. You don&amp;#039;t make a comment like that for no reason\u2014whether this was Justin punishing me for bailing on dinner or this is the way his insecurity over my job is rearing its ugly head, I&amp;#039;m not buying that this was &amp;quot;just a joke.&amp;quot; Do I need to get over it? Or would you be just as upset\u2014and confused by that, &amp;quot;I love you&amp;quot;\u2014as I am? "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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