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must have been funny, not my inability to cope with an overactive fantasy.
     
    Mitch threw a glance over his shoulder at the crowd and grinned tentatively. At least he didn’t look like he was about to pass out.
     
    Mitch …what if he’d said something to Jason? That couldn’t be good. I could only imagine how Mitch would describe me, especially in the acronym-laden world of the internet.
     
    Email… oh no! I gasped, and the people nearby shushed me. The personality profile!
     
    Last October, I’d received a class assignment to write an extended profile on a real, non-famous person. “A friend, classmate, or coworker—someone local you can find multiple sources on,” the instructor had said. Of course, I’d chosen Mitch.
     
    I’d talked to his parents, and they’d given me Jason’s email. I’d carefully composed a very dry and business-like message requesting his assistance, but after the basic information had been exchanged, our emails became more of the LMAO variety. The room became exceptionally hot as I remembered those notes…
     
    Jason had cracked a few jokes about me hanging around in the manure with his brother, which led me to send a few of my favorite doctor jokes. He also questioned me about Mitch, seeming innocent at first:
     
Mitch mentioned that you met him for coffee yesterday. Does he still insist on refusing the drink holders and balancing cups on top of each other? He takes “green” to the extreme, don’t you think?
     
    At first glance the question was innocuous enough, but I saw through his weak attempt at fishing out information. If only two coffees had been ordered, Jason would assume we were out alone.
     
    He was a sly one. I smiled as I typed:
     
I don’t know. I’m into green too, and I brought my own cup.
     
    Mitch must not have said much about me, because Jason’s email interrogation continued. I purposely kept my answers vague, enjoying stringing him along as long as possible. But when he asked about Mitch’s skill as an equestrian, I finally gave in and flat out asked:
     
Do you want to know if I’m the one your brother is riding?
     
    Normally I’d get a response within the hour—Jason seemed to be online all the time—but in this case I didn’t hear back for a full day. I worried I’d offended him; he really didn’t know how blunt I could be. Eventually his response arrived, for the first time without any cagey questions.
     
To be perfectly honest, yes. Mitch mentions you often. He likes you and the way you make him laugh. I think he cares about you a lot.
     
That’s all I was trying to do with my questions—get a glimpse of what Mitch sees in you. I’m sorry. I can see now you are a no-nonsense woman.
     
So, are you my brother’s new mount?
     
    I laughed out loud when I read the note—much to the chagrin of the other students on the fourth floor of the library at the time. After apologizing and making a mental note to read my email at home in the future, I carefully composed my response. Jason seemed like someone who could appreciate some friendly innuendo.
     
That depends. How many brothers do you have?
     
    This time the reply came in seconds.
     
Just the one. How many men are you sleeping with?
     
    Apparently I wasn’t the only one who was no-nonsense. Quickly I sent him my answer and packed up my books.
     
Well, sleeping may not be the right term. Cowboys like to ride a lot…bareback.
     
    Jason’s response arrived before I could shut down my laptop, and I left the library snickering.
     
But that can’t be nearly as much fun as playing doctor.
     
    We continued to joke for another week, but then midterms hit, and I let his last comments go unanswered. It was Christmas before I realized I’d left him hanging. I still felt a little guilty I’d let the teasing end without even a “thank you” for his help with my story. But he must’ve been busy too, because he’d never restarted the conversation.
     
    How easy it’d been to get