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very…informative classes.”
    “Oh, they were and the coursework was exhausting.”
    “I can only imagine.” The tone of his voice was reminding me of our “coursework” from last night.
    “We need to talk about…what happened after the kissing. When you jumped up from the couch as if you were on fire and left without an explanation. Now, if I were to listen to my mother’s advice, it would be to shut up and pretend it never happened. But, unfortunately for you, I’ve spent most of my life trying to not be my mother. So. What happened after the kissing?”
    My speech seemed to stun him momentarily.
    “What happened after the kissing. Well. That is a loaded question that would require quite an explanation.”
    “Wow, you’re long-winded with your explanations.” I just wanted him to get to the point and tell me about his crooked penis so I could assure him that I didn’t care a whit about it and we could move on to date three.
    “I…I really don’t think this is the kind of thing I can do over the phone. Can we meet?” Well, I wasn’t looking my best at the moment.
    “Sure. How about my apartment? An hour?”
    “See you then.”
    He hung up without any further pleasantries and I went back to Chloe, who was bouncing in her seat for information.
    “Well?”
    I sat down slowly, picking up my half-finished latte and sipping it carefully.
    “Mari.” She knew I was teasing her, but I wanted to let her suffer for a few seconds. It was good for her. Taught her patience.
    “You whore, tell me.”
    “Well, it was kind of awkward and he didn’t really give me an explanation, but we’re going to meet up at my apartment and talk. So I’m guessing it’s more than just a crooked penis.”
    And now I was freaking out. If his issue needed an explanation that had to be delivered in person, it was probably…delicate. Or explosive. Maybe he had an explosive penis.
    “That doesn’t sound good. That probably means he’s a serial killer. I should hide in your bedroom, just to make sure.” For Chloe, this was a perfectly reasonable thing to do.
    “Chlo. Would Rory let me go out with a serial killer?”
    “Only if she didn’t know he was a serial killer.”
    This was getting us nowhere.
    “I know if I don’t let you come, then you’re going to barge in, aren’t you?”
    “I might.”
    I sighed. “Well, we need to get going, because he’s coming over in an hour and I need to make myself presentable.”
    “You look fine. If he can’t appreciate you as you are, then he doesn’t deserve you.” Typical best friend, thinking the world shined out of my ass, and any guy who didn’t think I was perfect wasn’t worth my time.
    “I’ve known the man for all of two days. I’d like to give the allure that I look fantastic all the time. At least for a week.”
    I paid the bill and we headed back to my place.

 
     
     
     
     

     
    “Nope,” Chloe said as I tried on yet another dress.
    “God, what do you want from me? You’ve turned down every single one so far. I don’t have a whole lot of clothes, you know.” My few designer pieces had been found after much thrift shop searching and were very dear to me.
    “I want you to be yourself. Right now you look like you’re trying too hard,” she said from her position on my bed, a pillow under her chin.
    “Well, if you’re such a fashion genius, what should I wear?” I pulled my dress over my head and put my hands on my hips.
    “This,” she said, holding up a dark blue top I didn’t even know that I owned, and a flared black skirt. “And some black boots. Trust me.”
    I was skeptical, but I put the outfit on. I had to admit that it was really cute.
    “Whoa, too much swirling there, babe. You’re gonna need to wear some tights or something so you don’t show him EVERYTHING on the second date.”
    “Technically this is the third date,” I said, pulling some tights that I’d worn all of once out of my drawer. I hated the damn things, but Chloe