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someone with my pedigree, or lack thereof. The fact that he was even dating me had been a surprise to most of our friends. We were complete opposites.  

    “Gee, way to show support. I was great at my job,” I replied, rolling my eyes and knowing full well he couldn’t see me. He would have chastised me for such childish behavior. “How did the interview go?" I asked, trying to change the subject. "Great, I’ll bet. Are we still on for tonight?” There was a pause on the other end.

    “Umm, about that, we need to talk. Let’s meet for an early dinner.”

    Women’s intuition kicked in immediately, and I knew what was coming my way, he had gotten the job. “Nooo…Let’s talk now.”  

    “Nothing’s wrong babe. I just want to see your beautiful face. Please…” The softness in his voice was just the salve I needed right now. I gave in and agreed to meet him at his apartment.  

    I made it home and jumped in the shower, feeling dirty from Steve’s hands touching me. I guess I was still in shock from what had happened. I should have seen it coming, and cursed myself for being naïve. It wasn't like I was a stranger to disappointment, I'd watched my parent's marriage fall apart when I was a young child. One day, at the tender age of eight, I heard him arguing with my mom, telling her that he had fallen out of love with her. I watched helplessly as he walked out the door with his suitcase. I stared after him through a thin pane of glass in my bedroom, watching as he placed the suitcase in his trunk before climbing in and starting the car. He backed out of the driveway and never once looked back. Naturally, my mom struggled trying to make ends meet as a single mom, and she made sure to never let me forget that putting your trust in a man was a foolish thing to do. She always said that most men did their thinking with the wrong head, and that one usually gave out long before the one that actually contained a brain. I listened with open ears, mainly because I didn't know any better, but as I grew older that didn't deter me from falling for the wrong guy on more than one occasion. Still, with everything I had been taught in my young twenty-five years, I should have known better.  

    I wrapped up in the shower and finished getting ready for my date. I wasn’t sure what he had planned for tonight but in my heart I knew he was leaving. There was no way he hadn’t gotten the job, he was a perfect fit for that firm. He knew it, and so did I. I took great care in styling my hair just the way he liked it, and made sure to wear the perfect outfit, one that accented all of my curves. Tonight was the night I was finally going to sleep with him, even though I knew he was leaving. Tonight, I needed to be held by someone that at least pretended to care for me. I needed the comfort of warm, familiar hands roaming my body.   I longed for sweet words to be whispered in my ear, even if they were lies. Yes, that was exactly what I needed because I wanted to forget everything else. Tonight would be different though, because for a few moments I would allow myself to believe them.

    W e went for an early dinner and made small talk. When the subject of my firing came up I brushed it off and told him I didn’t want to focus on anything negative. I tried to keep the conversation flirty and upbeat, hopefully giving him some indication of where this night was going. In my head I told myself that it was now or never, no regrets and all that nonsense. I moved my chair closer to his and slowly ran my foot up the length of his calf. He cleared his throat and arched his brow, clearly understanding my innuendo. I leaned in and planted soft kisses along his jawline before lowering my hand, making my intentions perfectly clear.  

    “Are you sure about this?” he let out a shaky breath.  

    I know it must have been hard for him each time I'd left him hanging. It's not that I wasn't attracted to him, because I truly was. My hesitation had