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my date noticed.
    "So you know Lilli?"
    "Yeah, sort of. I’m friends with
Dixon—obviously—so I’ve met and hung out with Lilli a couple of times through
him."
    She smiled at me in a weird way. Then
she led us to a black table with a rounded red booth. Dance music started to
kick into full gear but Phoebe didn’t want to dance.  Instead, she insisted on
talking.
    "So, why did someone as attractive
as you agree to a blind date?"
    "I could ask you the same
thing," I turned her question around on her.
    "Hmm…you could but I asked
first," she argued.
    "Touché. Let’s just say I’m having
a hard time meeting the right girl." I answered as honestly as I could
without telling her too much. Taking my drink, I was mid gulp when she responded.
    "So, it’s hard for you to find
someone who will marry you, huh?" She giggled when some of my bourbon shot
out of my mouth and nose. "Ewww," she screeched.
    "He told you about it?"
    Phoebe was already nodding and laughing.
    "And you still agreed to meet
me?" I raised my eyebrow as I wiped my face on a paper napkin.
    "Oh, how could I not come and see this
situation in person? It’s just too good to pass up." She laughed again.
"Besides I get to visit Lilli for the night," she motioned over to Lilli,
waving when Lilli looked over. Lilli smiled and flipped her off. Phoebe giggled.
    "So, this is not something—"
    "Oh, there is no way I am marrying
you or having your babies," she smiled. "No matter how hot our
children would be," she nudged me with her elbow. I laughed.
    Phoebe and I talked. While, she was
really cool, there was nothing more than friendship building between us. After
an hour of hanging at the table, we moved to the bar. Phoebe and Lilli went
back and forth with stories about Dixon. Turns out they all had gone to the
same high school and the girls came to New York together for college.
    "Oh hey, how’s your dad?"
Lilli’s face dropped.
    "He’s good." She answered
quickly.
    "Lilli?" Phoebe used a warning
tone.
    "He’s fine. He’s healthy and that’s
what matters." Phoebe was about to speak again but Lilli put a finger up
and went down to help some people.
    "Damn girl is so stubborn!" Phoebe
huffed.
    Finishing a text to Oz and James to come
meet me at the bar, I figured they could help me scan the bar. Especially since
Phoebe and I were not going to be getting together.  I knew it was a desperate act.
But I only have ten months. And while that seems like a lot of time to most
people, for me it was ticking away quickly.
    Dixon bound up to the bar in a pair of
black jeans and long sleeve white shirt.
    "How are things going?" Dixon
smiled.
    I smacked his arm.
    "Thanks for disclosing my
ridiculous life to strangers, asshole," I laughed.
    "Hey, I can’t help it if the evil
elf is an interrogation specialist. She wanted details, and she gets what she
wants," he chuckled.
    "It’s true." Phoebe shrugged,
unashamed.
    Oz and James came strolling in about
thirty minutes later. James, in one of his dark suites and blue ties, raised
his eyebrow at me and shifted his gaze to Phoebe then back to me. I shook my
head. He tried not to laugh and I flipped him my middle finger.
    "What do you guys want?" Dixon
yelled over the music.
    "Beer us!" Oscar yelled.
    Phoebe turned around surprised by the
voice so close behind her. She scowled at him for yelling over her but Oz’s
face fell into a trance as he looked down on teeny, tiny Phoebe.
    "Can you not yell at the back of my
fucking head?" Phoebe shouted and turned back to the bar.
    Oscar leaned down to the side of her
head and whispered. She turned and smiled widely.
    No way! I come to meet someone and my
best friend ends up with her! Rolling my eyes, I
couldn’t look at them any longer.
    "Well, there are a lot of hot
ladies here tonight, just pick one." James spread his arms out like a game
show model.
    "Yeah, because a random wife is the
safe choice," my voice saturated with sarcasm.
    "Hey," Oscar called over to
me, "I’ve got your