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but she was going to have to accept it.  I would live the rest of my life in a series of meaningless sexual entanglements.
    “Fine.  Whatcha gonna wear?” Jenny asked.
    “I haven’t decided yet.  Would it be too forward to open the door naked?”
    “Maybe, if you tie a big red bow around your waist.” Sam said.
    “Wear that strapless fuchsia number, he’ll be peeling if off you before you can blink,” Jenny said.
    “Are you sure?  I don’t look like too much of a floozy in it?”
    “Just wear it already,” Sam said.
    “Here, we got you a present.”  Jenny tossed a small box wrapped in red heart paper onto the table.  I furrowed my brow, what on earth were they up to now?  I picked up the parcel and shook, it was light and didn’t make much sound.
    “Just open it already,” Sam said.
    I tore off the paper.  “Nice,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm as I held the three pack of condoms aloft.
    “We figured it wouldn’t occur to you to buy some,” said Jenny.
    “You’re right,” I said laughing, “when’s the last time I’ve even seen a condom?”  I had been on the pill since Matt moved in with me.  After he moved out, I stayed on it because it made my periods more bearable.  For whatever reason, disease prevention didn’t occur to me.
    “Put them in your purse, and when you get home remember to put them beside your bed!” Jenny said, and the four of us burst out laughing.

13
    I buzzed Jay up and awaited his arrival at the door.  I hiked the strapless fuchsia dress up one last time.  It would be a struggle to not keep pulling at it during dinner but I would have to force myself.
    The noise of the elevator door opening carried down the hall, and Jay’s footsteps rushed over the carpet.  I didn’t wait for him to knock, and opened the door.
    “Hi Beautiful,” Jay said, his eyes roaming over me.
    He was wearing another pair of jeans that clung to his thighs.  I couldn’t wait for him to turn around to get a look at his ass in them.  On top he wore a buttoned dress shirt that stretched tight over his muscles.
    Jay held out a bouquet of sunflowers. Our fingers brushed as I accepted them from him, the touch rousing. Attached to the bottom of the bouquet was a DVD of The Clock. My heart paused when I saw it. I can’t believe he even remembers that conversation.
    “I hope you still have a DVD player.”
    “Thank you, I love them, both the flowers and the movie. I haven’t watched it in ages,” I said, and went up on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek.
    As I leaned into him, he planted his hand on my hip, sending electricity throughout me.  We stayed still like that for a moment, before I moved aside to let him into my condo.
    “I thought we could watch it tonight.”
    “That’s a great idea. I’ll put these in some water,” I said, waving the sunflowers and walking to the kitchen area.
    “It smells wonderful in here,” he said.
    “I hope you like lasagna.”
    “Love it.  See you’ve still got the jeans on the wall.”
    “Of course, they stay there until the day I can wear them.”
    Jay laughed.  “Here, I also brought bubbles.”  He held out a foil topped bottle. 
    “Ah, you didn’t have to do that.  It’s too much.”
    “No it isn’t.”  He pulled off the foil and the little wire cage.  With expertise, he pushed his thumbs against the cork and it popped.
    “I’m sorry, I don’t have any champagne glasses.”
    “That doesn’t matter, regular wine glasses will do.”
    I pulled some out of the cupboard, and he poured us each a glass.
    “Thanks,” I said as he passed me one.
    “A toast, to a wonderful dinner with,” Jay paused, his eyes boring into me, “the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of dining with.”
    A lump formed in my throat at his words.  And I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was being sincere.  I chinked my glass to his, wishing I could find some kind words to say back to him.
    Instead, I set my glass