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a brow. “Life altering decisions?”
    “Career path. I’ve been undecided since...forever.”
    “Bummer. You’ll figure it out,” he said, sounding indifferent. I laughed at his obvious need for more interesting conversation. I didn’t need him to be my couch doctor, anyway. His purpose was to distract me from my catastrophe.
    “What’s so funny?” he asked with a smile.
    “Nothing.”
    “Ah, so you laugh for no reason. So you’re obviously nuts. Tell me more.”
    “What exactly do you want to know?” I gave him a sideways glance, soaking up the ridges and bumps of muscle that made up his abdomen and slowly letting my eyes drift up, giving myself an afternoon snack. It was only fair; he’d had his fill.
    “Attached?” he asked, glancing my way before closing his eyes.
    “No, you?”
    “No, I’m bad at the boy/girl stuff,” he admitted under his breath, but loud enough so I could hear.
    “Oh,” I said, immediately disheartened. I was sure the no strings speech was coming and chose to ignore it. Our little rendezvous didn’t have to mean anything, but for some reason I remained hopeful. Maybe it was his six pack or the blue of his eyes, but I knew it was my attraction that kept my fingers clinging to the proverbial ledge.
    Sensing my hesitation, he quickly added, “What I mean is, I’ve been told I’m a horrible boyfriend.”
    “Really?” I asked, alarmed. “How so?”
    “Let’s start with beer and work our way up to our flaws.” He pulled out his iPod then hit play. I listened to his mix for a few minutes while sipping my beer. I actually enjoyed the comfortable silence with him, but after a longer time my curiosity won out. I looked over at him, ready to resume conversation and saw that he had fallen asleep. I let out a low “what the hell” in exasperation and then glared as his perfect, stupid, sleeping body.
    Why, lord, why?
    Resigned that my date—non-date—was already a disaster, I quickly covered myself and made my way to the gate, giving one last fleeting look back. He was sleeping peacefully and I felt a sad tug at the loss of the excitement I’d had the day before. I pried my fingers off of the ledge into a free fall of ‘damn it to hell’ and landed into my pity party.
    Shitty boyfriend was right. If our date was any indication of what to expect, I understood clearly. I left angry, even though I knew I really had no right to be. Jayden lay poolside with the rest of my beer and a large amount of my pride.
     

     
    The next day, I was still reeling from the nerve of the hot ass man who apparently couldn’t handle a conversation with me. I’d bored him to sleep within five sentences. Deciding not to dwell on my first semi-date in months being a complete disaster, I instead focused on finding a new job.
    I rummaged through the city paper while eating a salad on break, searching for anything I knew would be a welcome change. I’d had enough of running my ass off for a shit wage. I was a smart resourceful woman, I could do this.
    I circled a couple of ads and got back to work, more determined than ever.
    Maybe love had other plans for me.
     

     
    Sure I had the upper hand, and Jay wouldn’t dare show his face at the pool after what he’d done, I resumed my routine in my crappy one-piece, not giving a damn about my appearance. In the water I let it all go. I was so single minded when it came to swimming. It was just me and my body and the calming water. In life, I was far less graceful, in the water, I was movement. This I was good at. But unfortunately, it couldn’t pay the bills. Stopping at the edge of the pool after twenty laps, I took large breaths as the burn in my muscles coursed through me.
    “Wow, you really are a fish.” I looked up to see Jay directly in front of me. He had on khaki pants and a long sleeved, light blue shirt. I turned away from him, rejecting the greedy slut who didn’t seem to understand the man had humiliated me yesterday. She would just