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added weight gradually, which made it that much harder for him to continue. To his surprise, it hurt worse when she started taking weight off the dumbbell. She repeated to him over and over again that building muscle hurts. A physique wasn’t something you bought, it was something you worked at. When she was finally finished torturing him, they cooled down and went to the juice bar for refreshments.
     
                “So,” she said, “still believe in looking for true love?” Markus nodded his head yes. Maritess continued, “Well then, I’ve got someone else for you to look into. I don’t think she drinks much, at least I’ve never seen her drunk. And she’s shorter, so you shouldn’t have to worry about any face shots if you piss her off. Other than that, she has the same qualities you’re looking for. You should meet her for lunch today.”
     
                Markus was immediately leery of accepting another date that Maritess was involved with, but a part of him really wanted to prove her wrong. He accepted, and went off to work with a number in his hand and plans for lunch that day.
     
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                Markus told his boss that he had a dentist appointment that day and needed extra time at lunch. It was more believable than the fact that he had a date. He had spoken with Maritess’ friend, Melissa, over the phone, and they had plans to meet just outside a café tucked inside a shopping plaza. When Markus arrived, he didn’t see anyone that fit Melissa’s description sitting outside, so he took a seat to wait. A moment later, he heard a voice ring out over the small courtyard amidst the shops.
     
                “Hey, are you Markus?” she called from the entrance of a store. Markus looked over, a little shocked and waved. He got up and walked towards her.
     
                “Hi,” he said, “Yea, I’m Markus. Melissa, I take it?” He shook her hand, and they smiled at one another. Markus was just about to suggest they head over to the café when she cut off his thought.
     
                “Is that what you’re wearing?” she asked him bluntly. Markus shrugged and muttered something about his work dress code. Melissa just shook her head, short brown hair tousled around her shoulders. “Well, that won’t work. Let’s get you into something better.” Without waiting for a confirmation from him, Melissa turned and walked back into the store. Markus, not knowing what else to do, followed her into the boutique. She was already standing at a rack of men’s shirts, and had one in her hand. She gave it to Markus when he approached.
     
                “This should fit, go try it on. Do you like it?” she said. Markus only nodded, and rambled on with some notion of appreciation. In the dressing room, he was disappointed with himself that he was allowing this woman, whom he had just met, to pick out his clothes. Maritess sure had some weird friends, he thought. He was contemplating just calling off the date and canceling his membership with the club, but felt a strong sense not to do so. Maybe these women were just atypical. Since what he had been trying obviously hadn’t worked out for him, maybe he should just trust the help and go along with it. He shook his head at his reflection in the mirror. The shirt did look good on him. He pulled the tag, and left the dressing room.
     
                Melissa was standing at the counter, and waited for him to purchase his new shirt. He stuffed the old one in the bag, and ushered for them to leave. Melissa just grimaced, and took the bag from his hand. She pulled his work shirt from it and folded it on the counter. She raised an accusing eyebrow at him as she put it back in the bag. She handed it to him, and he followed her over to the café.
     
                Melissa was the type of woman who demanded excellence in everything that surrounded her. Her attitude over