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number of walls,” I try to explain, waving my hands around.
    He gives me a confused look, then cocks his head. A sober version of me would have been mortified, but I felt quite confident that I’d gotten my point across.
    “She’s going to puke if you don’t get her home,” Julie translates.
    “Gotcha, let’s get you a cab,” Pete says and jumps to his feet.
    “Why don’t we all go?” Ryan asks and stands up.
    I can sense Julie’s eyes burning a hole through my skull so I decide not to look at her.
    I shake my head no and gesture for them to sit down, like one does after a standing ovation. “Please stay, you guys don’t have to leave on my account, I can get myself a cab,” I plead with them.
    “Don’t be silly,” Pete says.
    As I give Julie and Ryan a hug goodbye, Ryan gently squeezes my hand and tells me to be careful. I then grab my purse and Pete walks me to the door.
    “I feel terrible about this,” I say, rubbing my forehead.
    “It’s no big thing, happens to the best of us,” he says kindly.
    Just as I’m about to make my escape, “You Give Love a Bad Name” starts to blare over the sound system, so I reach up and grab Pete by the neck to give him a kiss. We swap spit for about a minute, then say our goodbyes.
    “Bye, Kat, I’ll call you,” he says with a smile.
    I smile back and drop my filet at his feet.

CHAPTER THREE:
Second Chance at a Sober Impression
    It’s been two weeks since my disastrous blind date with Pete, after which Julie had been almost as embarrassed as me. And not surprisingly, he never called. The only good thing to come of it was that Julie vowed never to set me up with anyone again. She and Ryan have maintained a casual relationship, although she has yet to score a home-cooked meal out of him. And in true Julie fashion, she’s also set her sights on another new guy as well… nickname pending.
    Meanwhile, I’ve chosen to focus on work as a way of getting my mind off of Marc. Work and Adam, that is. Adam Sparks is my co-worker and most favorite person in the whole world. Adam is gay, and like most gay friends he’s the perfect mate. He’s honest, funny, good-looking, has great clothes, and shares similar interests, such as men. Adam runs the Media Department at Lambert & Miller, and has been doing so for three years. He and I became close last year at the office Christmas party when Marc got completely wasted and bitched me out in the parking lot for talking to the bartender for too long. It made no difference to Marc that the bartender was my next-door neighbor when I was five years old. Marc stormed past me and out the front door, leaving me to excuse myself from the conversation with my old neighbor, and follow him outside where he was fuming. And drunk. Adam had been getting something from his car at the time and overheard our whole argument. I remember standing there alone as Marc stumbled into a cab and left me.
    My relationship with Marc was never without public displays of drama, and this particular incident, only yards from a co-worker, was exceptionally embarrassing. Soon after Marc had all but spat on me and drove away in a cab that night, Adam sauntered over and asked why I let such a charming guy slip away. I laughed and cried, and Adam and I have been together ever since.
    Adam is one of those people who, the more you get to know him, the more attractive he becomes. Not that he isn’t physically attractive, but his personality gives him added potential that his looks alone could never provide. He’s about five feet ten but swears to being six feet tall. He has short buzz-cut hair, a swimmer’s build, and a super pearly white smile due to his obsession with Crest White Strips. And although he is hysterically funny and crude, he’s a big teddy bear on the inside—a true romantic and a fiercely loyal friend. He and I share a desire to be happily married one day, and he has more than done his part in helping me get through my breakup with Marc.