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guys wait for at least eight before telling them you’ve changed your mind.”
    “I’m being serious.” I punched his shoulder. “It would be great to meet a nice, down to earth guy and feel like everything is perfect and right at once, you know? To have all of those right vibes and feelings upfront, so I wouldn’t even have to worry about how it’ll turn out in the long run.”
    “You’re talking about insta-love?”
    “I’m talking about love at first sight.”
    “That shit doesn’t exist” he said. “Any relationship built solely on instant attraction is a recipe for failure. Trust me, I’m the prototype.”
    “You’re the prototype for being a man-whore.” I sipped my beer. “It’s not the same thing.”
    “If I was a man-whore, I wouldn’t have had six girlfriends over the past two years. Six , Ari.”
    “Six girlfriends, five one night stands, four “There’s some girl in my bed and I don’t know her name” mornings, three “Holy fuck, that sex was terrible” nights, and one—”
    “Partridge in a pear tree?”
    “No. One ‘Please, Ari, come and get me.’” But that was a very close guess.”
    “I didn’t know you were keeping count…”
    “Only because you make it too damn easy.”
    “I’ll keep that in mind.” He rolled his eyes. “Hey, look over there.” He pointed with his straw. “What about that guy? He looks like he’d be into a few nights with you.”
    I spotted the guy he was talking about: He was dressed in a short sleeved white shirt and khakis that complemented his beige shoes.
    “He’s cute…” I looked him over again. “I don’t think he’s my type, though.”
    “He’s more than your type. He looks like he hasn’t fucked anyone in years.”
    I laughed. “No, thanks. What about that guy?” I pointed to a guy dressed in all blue.
    “I thought you hated sneaker-heads.”
    My eyes roamed down to his shoes and I shook my head. After dating a sneaker-head, I knew those were the type of exclusive shoes that could only be worn by one.
    “Oh, wait a minute…” Carter said, smiling. “Looks like you have an admirer. Look to your left.”
    I slowly turned around and spotted a guy in a black shirt and jeans smiling at me. He tilted his head to the side, as if he was trying to figure out the relationship between me and Carter.
    I immediately scooted away and the guy smiled, shooting me a short wave.
    “Go talk to him,” Carter said.
    “Shhh! Stop talking to me! He might think we’re together…”
    “He won’t if you go talk to him, Ari. Jesus …”
    I hesitated, still looking at the guy, and the next thing I felt was Carter pushing me out of my seat.
    “Go.” He shooed me away. “It’s not like you’re making me look appealing to anyone either.”
    I shook my head at him and walked toward the guy in the black shirt, blushing as I stepped closer. He looked ten times better up close.
    “Hi…” He smiled a set of perfect pearly whites.
    “Hi…”
    “I’m sorry for staring,” he said smoothly. “Did your boyfriend send you over here to tell me to stop?”
    “He’s not my boyfriend.”
    “Glad to hear that.” He smiled again and extended his hand. “I’m Chris.”
    “Arizona.”
    “Nice to meet you…” He gently caressed my knuckles with his fingers. “I’m actually only here to take a few of my drunk friends home, but…I’d love to call you tomorrow and maybe meet up somewhere this week? Somewhere quiet and private?”
    I nodded, slightly speechless at the way his simple touch was making me feel.
    “Can I have your number, Arizona?” He slowly let my hand go and pulled his phone out of his pocket.
    “It’s 555-9076…” I managed to pull my phone out without taking my eyes off his. “Yours?”
    “The number that’s currently calling you.” He grinned as my phone rang with the unknown number. “I’ll definitely call you tomorrow.” He looked me up and down as he stepped back. “It was very nice meeting