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tongue from the tip if your chin and taste that freshly grown stubble down your neck, then make my way all the way down to that happy little trail of yours… Snap out of it, girl! Fine, if he wants to play this game I will play too. Hmm…what playlist to put on…let's see how he likes a little bit of Britney, bitch! I click onto the play list and hit play. The song "Womanizer" comes up first and I think he's about to piss himself by the look on his face! Oh, this is too funny! He chuckles and shakes his head and just when I think he's about to protest he surprises me.
    "You're a womanizer oh, womanizer oh, womanizer baby..." And he keeps humming with the tune! Holy shit! He knows Britney songs! Oh, I did not expect that and he can tell I am shocked off my rocker.
    "I wouldn't have taken you as a Britney fan," I tell him, without looking up from my work.
    "I wouldn't have guessed you were one either," he shoots back, "although I can never tell when it comes to girls. But then again everything about you so far surprises me." Huh. I didn't expect that answer. I guess my mystery level is satisfactory. Erin would be proud. He's coming off as honest, not like the bad boy his appearance gives off. But I'm not going to let that take the lead. I don't trust easily and with good reason. If he wants in he's going to have to beg and prove himself worthy…that is, if he even wants to...
    "So why the message on Friday night? Didn't you leave with someone? That couldn't have made her too happy to see you messaging someone else, because I know if it were me..." Shut up Tess! Shut Up! You're rambling again! Why did you have so much tea before class? You know what caffeine does to you and your mouth!
    He interrupts me by simply smiling. I am now mush. Oh wow. Yup, I am a total girl right now. "So who told you I don't do private messages?"
    "Well, a newfound friend from Chatz. She kind of had to explain the whole setup to me," I confess.
    He lets out a breath, and I put my pencil back to the paper. "Well, your friend is right, I don't do private messages. Ever. I just don't see the point. If I just want to fuck and they just want to fuck, why be so private about it? I mean, why do we have to kid ourselves into thinking it's something special and private? If I leave with a girl, then people already know that we are about to go hook up, so why hide it even in the beginning?"
    "Oh," is all I can muster up. He just sits quietly. I'm not so much in the mood for Britney anymore, so I pick up my iPod and hand it to him. That's as private as you can get with me. Why shouldn't I be a little more giving? He just told me that he doesn't do private anything, and yet he did with me.
    He looks me in the eyes and back down at the device in my hand. "You sure?" He looks a little leery.
    "Go ahead, whatever you want to listen to." This is my own little challenge to see what he's into. He takes it and begins scrolling through my large collection. Looking impressed he hits a button, and "Girls and Boys" from Good Charlotte begins to fill the air. I snort. Of course he would pick a song that talks about how guys like girls who fake and made of plastic, but who cares as long as they are gorgeous and are willing to put out.
    "What?" He laughs and shrugs.
    I shake my head and mumble, "I bet you do." He squints his eyes and looks completely serious for a moment but before he can open his mouth I continue "I saw the girls at the bar, total plastic bimbos, especially the ones you seemed to be, for lack of better words, really chatty with." Oh, I got him on that one.
    His jaw snaps open "Oh I see. You think you know me by one measly song choice and the fact that I was talking to a few women in a chat room? How fair is that?"
    Great, now I feel like crap. He goes on, "… and if you listen to the song you'd hear how girls will take whatever they can get from a guy and don't give a shit about them. Did you ever stop to think that maybe those girls were using me?" Whoa!