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rid of my retirement plan because it was stupid to save for a future that wasn’t even promised to us and people were stupid to go without when they had thousands collecting dust in the bank.
    I was in a sour mood today so I didn’t even bother to argue with him. Why do men always have to act like they know more than they do? Goddamn! I’ve got a college degree, my own home, a car and I don’t need some man’s advice. Especially not from someone who plays video games all day.  Don’t get me wrong, I like Dean… but in short spurts. 
     
    My thoughts reverted back to the girl that was driving Tony’s car. It looks like he’s been getting some. He never even mentioned her and I thought we were buddies. This skinny Asian woman’s been driving his car and picking him up from work. Then on Friday he didn’t even bring the cookies or tea.  When I asked him what was up with that he shook his head in a distracted way.
    That night Dean didn’t show up for our date. I waited for two hours for him to pick me up before calling his cell phone-- which he never
    answered. Shit, I was tired of him anyway. The
    next day he shows up at my door so that we could go out for breakfast. His forehead was jacked up. He had a hickey the size of a walnut.
     
    “Jesus! What happened to you?” He touched his head nonchalantly. “Oh played basketball with the boys last night.”
    Excuse me? Did we not have plans--? He made to step into my apartment. I blocked the entrance. “We had a date last night.”
     
    “Oh baby, I’m sorry.  Something came up, it was kind of spur of the moment.”
     
    “Cell Phone?”
     
    “I’m sorry, baby. It just slipped my mind.” I thought about it and shrugged. He exhaled a relieved breath and grinned.
     
    “Call me later.” I said while shutting the door in his face.
    It felt good to be done with Dean but I still felt mopey, and because of it the rest of the weekend was ruined. I found myself thinking about all the fun I’d had at Club Ritz and how it’s always fun when you are hanging with someone who is a friend. Take Tony, for instance. He and I honestly laugh together, unlike with Dean who is not even half as fun. I wished that I could find a guy like Tony; someone who is a friend first and smart, easy to talk to and of course being totally sexy like Tony wouldn’t hurt. I guess that skinny Asian girl is having all the fun with him now.
    I couldn’t wait for Monday. At least I’d have something constructive to do. I saw Tony in the break room and my mood suddenly perked. I sat down next to him.
     
    “Hey, how was your weekend?” I asked.
     
    “Good. Yours?”
     
    “Fine. What’d you do?”
     
    He shrugged. “Nothing much, went to the gym. I hooked up with your cousin and the guys.  We played a little basketball-”
     
    “Yeah.” I interrupted. “Dean came over with a walnut sized hickey.” Tony’s lip curled in a peculiar way that wasn’t quite a smile. It was really kind of cute, actually.
     
    “How are you and Dean doing?” He asked timidly. I met his eyes and hesitated.
     
    “Fine.” I finally answered. 
     
    He flexed a muscle in his arm and it was pretty impressive. I couldn’t help myself by giving him the once over. Tony is a cutie pie. His hair is cut into a choppy, unruly hairdo that only an expensive barber can make look so good. His body was chiseled and hard, even more so from living in the gym lately. Sometimes I have a hard time taking my eyes from his. His almond shaped, brown eyes reminded me of warm chocolate. I have to admit that there are times where I wanted to touch where his eyelids didn’t exist, and then touch where mine did. We were so different physically but I sometimes forget because on the inside we are very much alike.
    The next day I put aside my usual heels and dug out a pair of flats. I put on a linen pants suit and clipped on my afro puff ponytail. When I stood next to Tony I reveled at the fact that he was only about an inch