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‘speed dating’ just keep flashing in my head!” A grin spread across his face as he no doubt continued to repeat the words to himself in his head.
    “Look not all of us can be in love with our high school sweethearts.  Some of us have to push ourselves out there and force love into our lives!” I was beginning to wave my arms around expressively as I always did whenever my emotions became heightened.
    “Yeah, that sounds romantic,” he replied sarcastically. He had a point.
    “I’ll give ya that, romantic it was not.  But, I did meet one guy I liked.” Just the thought of him, brought an instant smile to my face.
    “That's good.  Did you tell him about your living situation?” Gabe asked probingly.
    “We had a 5 minute date, it didn't come up.” I had no idea why he thought my living arrangements would have been pertinent first date chatter. Which apparently he didn’t. Quite the contrary in fact.
    “I'm just saying, you may want to wait a while before you bring it up,” he replied as nonchalantly as possible.
    “Why?” I crinkled my face, something I did automatically whenever I was confused and immediately regretted moments later when thinking about the possibilities of the early onset of wrinkles.
    “It's a guy thing.  It's just going to come across weird that you live with three men and you are the only girl,” he explained, rather condescendingly. As though being only a girl would somehow make it impossible for me to understand.
    “Three men?  Gabe, the babe, thinks of himself as a man now? And how come I'm a girl and not a woman?  I'm three years older than you!” My arms were flying all over the place now.
    “Fine, you're a woman.  Just shut up about the Gabe the babe stuff.  It's embarrassing.” Having realized his mistake too late, Gabe was now suffering the consequences of his actions and poorly chosen words.
    “Gabe the babe, Gabe the babe, Gabe the babe!” I taunted him.
    Without saying a word, he glared at me and began to speed up, but attempting to outrun me only fueled my need to show him up and put him back in his place.
    “What, you think you can outrun me, Gabe the babe?  I don't think so!” I shouted, loud enough for anyone within a fifty foot radius to hear. Then I dug in my heels and sped up, catching up to him moments later. From then on, both of our competitive instincts went into overdrive as we continued to push ourselves faster and faster, until we finally arrived back at the house, exhausted and ready to pass out. We finished our run in record time that day.

 
Chapter 6
    The Rules Of Saturday Brunch
    It had been two days since the speed dating, and much to my satisfaction, Noah had not caught wind of any details surrounding my alleged date that night. While he had continued to press the issue at first, he soon grew bored and moved on to other things. Mainly other female things. Jason had kept mum about the night as well, mostly because he was still reeling from the rather embarrassing encounter we had all shared in my SUV that evening, and while I had half expected Gabe to continue to mutter the words “speed dating” under his breath every time he passed me, he opted for grinning and giving me a knowing wink each time instead.
    Now that Saturday morning had rolled around, everyone’s focus had shifted to one thing and one thing alone, our weekly Saturday morning brunch. It had started one Saturday many years ago as a result of depression and excess energy, combined with the intense burning desire to stuff my face and suffocate my sorrows. At the time, I had ended a relationship that in truth had been ending longer than it had been good, and it was all I could do to stay busy to keep from falling apart. At the end of that very unhealthy relationship, the thing that had finally broken the camel’s back as well as my heart, had been finding out that he had been seeing someone else for the greater part of our relationship. Back then, Jason, Noah and I had