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deal with Mark is to have a drink with him and then make an excuse to leave. One of the most frustrating things about our relationship was that he would not listen. I could talk until I was blue in the face, but no matter what I said, Mark would do whatever he wanted. Although his cocky self-assuredness was one of the things that drew me to him in the first place, I started to feel a marked similarity between him and my mother. A second mother in my life was the last thing I needed.
    “Do you want a gin and tonic or are you drinking something else tonight?” he asks solicitously.
    “Gin and tonic is fine.” Maybe if I keep my answers short, he will get the hint.
    After getting our drinks, Mark starts rambling on about our Ethics professor.  I smile and nod my head absently in agreement when I notice that it has become quiet for too long. I look up from my drink to see Mark looking at me expectantly. Oh shit, did he just ask me something? I can either pretend like I heard what he said or ask him to repeat the question. He hates it when I do that. I attempt lamely, “It’s so loud in here. Can you repeat that?”
    Mark gives me a look of exasperation, “Lainey, you weren’t even listening to me.”
    “Of course I was listening.” I reach out and give his arm a pat in a desperate attempt to appease him. “It is just really loud in here. What were you saying?”
    Arms wrap around me from behind and I smell Sam’s fruity shampoo. “Lainey, where have you been? I have been looking all over for you. Are you ready to go? I have to be up early for a tutorial.”
    I jump up out of my seat. “Sure, we can go now.” I look over at Mark, who has a frown on his face. “Thanks for the drink, Mark. I guess I will see you in class.” I give him a smile and a small wave before turning to walk out of the bar with Sam.
    “Oh my frickin’ God,” I say as soon as we are out of the bar. “Thank you for saving me. I don’t think tonight was what you had in mind as far as opening myself up to new opportunities. The only guys I talked to were Alex and Mark.”
    “I guess not,” Sam snickers, and I wonder how much she has had to drink. “I came over as soon as I saw that Mark had you cornered. You know, one thing you can say for Mark, he is persistent, and actually, I think Alex is into you too. You should give him a chance.”
    I glance over at Sam skeptically. “Alex? We are talking about the Alex from the study group, right?”
    “Yes, Alex from our study group. I am beginning to think there is something seriously wrong with your guydar.”
    I grab on to Sam’s arm as she teeters on her high heels. “Guydar? What do you mean? Is Alex really an Alexa?”
    “Huh?” Sam gives me a baffled look. “Who’s Alexa?”
    Now I am beginning to think that Sam has had a few too many. “What do you mean something is wrong with my guydar?”
    “Guydar... You know, like radar that tells you whether a guy is into you or not.”
    I double over laughing. “Um, Sam, guydar is the ability to tell if a person is a man or a woman.”
    Sam reels back and looks at me with a shocked expression. “Really? Then what is the ability to tell if a guy is into you or not?”
    “I am not sure, but I am one hundred percent certain that it is not guydar.”
    “Well, that just doesn’t make any sense. It should be guygirldar, right? They are discriminating against women by leaving women out of the name.”
    After a series of occupied cabs, I see one with its available light on heading in our direction and stick out my arm. “Ok, Sam, whatever you say.” I usher her into the cab and give the driver our address.

CHAPTER 6
     
     
    Saturday morning, I go for a run. Instead of heading north to Central Park like I usually do, I run south towards the Battery. A pleasant breeze comes off the Hudson River as I follow it down the West Side. I pass the Intrepid Museum at 49th Street, and as I go by the heliport on 34th, I wonder if John F. Kennedy