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attendants sometimes New York City felt like a small town. And I knew it was just a matter of time before word got out that I’d been dumped.
    Sure enough, within seconds of finding a signal, my cell started beeping and an envelope appeared on the display.
    “Hailey? I heard about your breakup. If you want to talk give me a call.”
    “Hailey? Oh my God! Did you really break up? I mean, where will you live? Do you have any idea how much your lifestyle is going to change?”
    “Hey Hailey, it’s me. Give me a call if you wanna have dinner. You bring the wine; I’ll supply the Ramen noodles.”
    And then, right in the middle of message number four, a new call beeped in. And wanting to just get it over with and face it head-on, I didn’t bother to check the display.
    “Hailey! I’ve been trying to reach you all weekend.”
    Oh crap. It was Michael. I mean, even though I was secretly fantasizing about him calling didn’t mean I actually wanted it to happen. I focused on the END button and considered pushing it.
    “Hailey, are you okay? Where are you?” He sounded nervous.
    “What do you want?” I said, trying to keep my voice neutral.
    “I just want to know if you’re okay.”
    “Well, I’m just
great.
And
thanks so much
for calling.” I rolled my eyes and shook my head even though it was a total waste of energy since it wasn’t like he could see me.
    “Listen, I know you’re upset, and I’m sorry. But you need to know that it’s not at all what you think.”
    Was he serious? Did he really have an excuse? “Oh really? Then tell me, just what exactly was it, Michael?” I said, feeling all the progress I’d made with Clay evaporate as the anger grew and blossomed inside me.
    “Well, I’m not
gay,
if that’s what you’re thinking,” he said in a small, tight whisper.
    “Oh, well, forgive me for saying so, but you do realize that was a
guy
between your legs?”
    “Listen, Hailey,” he said, sounding extremely agitated. “I’d really prefer you to keep this between us.”
    “Why should I?”
    “Because I’m
not gay\
I was the one
receiving,
okay?”
    I just sat there, not quite believing what I’d just heard. “Is that how you justify it?” I said finally.
    “I’m just saying it’s not a big deal,” he whispered emphatically.
    “Not a big deal?
Do you think it was
not a big deal
for me to come home from a trip on my
birthday,
thinking you were about to propose, but instead finding you getting the hummer of a lifetime on
our bed’?
You think that was
NOT A BIG DEAL?”
I shrieked, on the verge of a complete and total meltdown.
    “Propose?”
He laughed. “Where’d you get that from?”
    Oh, great. Why did I say that? WHY?
“Um, I saw the Tiffany’s box,” I mumbled, rolling my eyes at myself now.
    “Well, I hate to break it to ya, but I never had plans to propose. And while you were snooping through my stuff you should’ve just opened the box. You would’ve found a silver key chain I’d had engraved for your birthday,
not
an engagement ring.”
    He got me a key chain?
    For my birthday?
    And I was going to marry this guy?
    “I’m not even close to settling down,” he continued, in his “talking to the small child visiting the cockpit” voice. “But when I do, I assure you it’ll be with someone younger.”
    “Excuse me?” I gasped, white knuckling the phone as my knees buckled and I collapsed onto the couch.
He did not just say that. Did he?
    “Hailey, get real. By the time I’m ready for marriage, you’ll be pushing forty,” he scoffed.
    “And you’ll be pushing
fifty!
” I shouted.
    “Look, it’s just not gonna happen. I never promised you anything. Let’s just remember that, okay?”
    I threw the phone onto the Persian rug, listening to the soft thud as it made contact and rolled over. I could not believe what I had just heard.
How could I have been so stupid?
    “Hailey?” he yelled, over and over until I finally retrieved the phone and put it back to my