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Secrets and Lies

Why I'm working so hard to try to hide my online dating situation from Shady is beyond me. It's one thing trying to juggle three guys at once (And why oh why did I make three dates for one weekend? Am I crazy? =:-o) -- it's another entirely trying to juggle three guys at once while hiding the fact from your roommate who you sort of want to see naked. I said sort of. Anyway, it's been like a sitcom.

Last night, maxomillion and I chatted onthe phone for an hour. We had a nice chat. He has this amazingly deep, sexy voice. Turns out he doesn't work for Teddy Bear Collectors Monthly, but for a rather respectable newspaper located in the city. As he told me of his travels and adventures, I couldn't help but being a little jealous. I mean, this guy is the same age as me and he's already far surpassed me in terms of accomplishments.

Anyway, in the middle of our conversation, I heard the key in the door. I jumped up from the couch, tripped over my cat, and when Shday walked in, I was sprawled out on the floor holding my knee in pain while I heard a faraway, "K? Are you there?" coming from my cell phone across the floor. It doesn't get any more graceful than that. Way to go, K.

Later that night, Derrick used my computer to do some job hunting online. (Why can't he do that during the day? Grr.) I must have still been logged onto IM, because suddenly he's askng me who dumbnotdumber is, because he received an IM meant for me. Thank God it wasn't a sexy IM.

"Oh, that's Quincy from the station," I lied. "He was looking for some tapes earlier and I found them but he was out on a shoot. Let me talk to him for a minute."

The thing is, I'm a terrible liar. Shadydidn't question me, but he gave me a funny look and I turned scarlet from head to toe. I IMd back that we were on for coffee Saturday, then logged out.

Think that's bad? Tonight, manwithaplan called and Derrick answred the phone. This is what I heard from my end:


"Sure, can I ask who's calling?"

"Oh, this is Derrick."

I gave him a dirty look, grabbed the phone and headed into my room. We might have had a decent phone conversation if I hadn't been so worried about whether Derrick could hear me or not. I cut it short after making plans to meet with him Saturday evening for dinner. After I emerged, he confronted me.

"And you call me shady," he said.

He had a point, but I'd never admit it. I made a mental note that maybe it was time to start calling him Derrick. "What? I have a lot of friends, and some of them happen to be guys."

"Since when do you have guy friends other than Brad?"

"I have you, don't I?"

That shut him up. I stuck my tongue out at him, because you know, I'm in fourth grade, and went to bed.
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