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on the corner counter to effectively scan the crowd and make fun of the slutty and really loaded; our party ritual.  
    A few drinks later, I'm turning into one of those poor suckers nearly taking out Gabs in the process of demonstrating my sweet robot moves. She grabs my arm to steady me and pokes my ribs gesturing to a semi cute guy playing beer pong on the dining room table.  
    "Looks like you got an admirer Stells, although I can't see how that is even possible after that sad display of white girl dancing. He's totally checking you out though dude, wanna go over there and chat him up? Cheer for his team? What are they called 'The Breakfast Chubb'?"
    "Now Gabby, why would I do that when I'm having a great time right here with you, my love?" I giggle (cause everything seems funnier three drinks in) and poke her back nearly pushing her off the counter. She gives me the stink eye.
    "Watch it Stells. I mean it, don't forget the rules, and slow down on those vodka swills before you yak up your dinner," she scowls as she peels off her coat to reveal a super tight yellow turtleneck. I knew sexy was buried under the coat somewhere. "Don't you think he's cute in a younger Hugh Jackman sort of way?"
    I take a second look mopping some drink dribble that's running down my chin with my fur collar. Tallish. Thin build. Short, reddish blond hair and a nice butt. He's wearing shades, a plain white dress shirt, underwear and socks a la Tom Cruise in Risky Business, so right off the bat he gets points for outfit creativity even though he isn't dressed for the slopes. Thinking outside the box, always a good thing. Not my type, but I'm starting to think that 'he' doesn't exist in this universe. Or perhaps he does, but I wouldn't stand a chance with him.      
    "Handsome yes, but could I really date someone who's losing at beer pong? Would our kids ever stand a chance? I have to think about the greater good of the world Gabby," I say, fluttering my eyelashes in her face. Gabs elbows me in the ribs with more force than I expected. Ouuuffff, she's been working out.
    "I'm serious Stella, stop goofing. You always do this. I suggest a guy who looks interested and you make some lame joke and ignore him. I have known you for two years and the most I've seen is a few movie dates and some minuscule make out sessions after a some jello shots. I am your best friend, Lady, and you are starting to bore me. I need something juicy from you!"
    "Well, I did just see Luke Peterson get a boner when Kitty Meyers shimmed up next to him on the dance floor. Gross, yes. But sort of juicy, no?"
    "Buck up Stella. I'm not asking you to MARRY these guys, but at least if you seemed interested then I could rest a little easier knowing that there wasn't something more deep-rooted that we aren't talking about here. Now be honest. Have you switched teams? You can tell me you know? Oh God. Are you in love with ME?" She's joking. I think. But it's now pissing me off.
    "For the love of pete Gabby, although I think we would make a lovely couple and be the hit of the wet dream world for the guys at school, I am not in love with you, nor am I gay. I just - I just haven't found what I'm looking for yet... " I trail off as I scan the room trying to see if anyone would fit my wish list, but sadly all I see is faded glittery make up and slobbering hook ups that does nada for me.
    "How do you know what it is that you're looking for if you don't ever try anything on?" she adds.
    "Are we talking about guys here, or miniskirts?" I let out a forced giggle/hiccup. Classy.
    "Stop it Stella, you know what I mean. You lounge around the house all the time, holed up in your room either on your computer or with your head stuck in those witchy vamp books or whatever they are," she lets out a big sigh and does a flip to her side pony tail, and turns to face me head on with a look that makes my stomach drop.
    "AND I have to tell you this because I love you - but Stella, if you are waiting for some