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but the cornucopia of condoms in her drawer is a definite stopper.
    â€œMatty . . .” Monique’s booty dropped to the bed, her hands returning to her breasts. “What are you waiting for?”
    A certificate from the health department? No, that’s a mean thought. She is practicing safe sex. Often. But she is too wild, too flirtatious, too sexual, too . . . loose. Does anyone use that word anymore? Monique is fast and loose. Or maybe she just likes to have a lot of sex. There’s nothing wrong with that, but that makes me only another hookup to her. She’ll probably be calling Latino man later this week.
    â€œMatty, what are you doing?” she asked.
    I’m not doing . . . anything . . . or anyone. I wanted to go on a fun date that led to more fun dates. I didn’t want a one-night stand. I didn’t want a hookup. I didn’t want to see the contents of this drawer either.
    â€œMonique,” Matthew said, “I had a great time, I really did, but I . . . I have to go now.”
    Monique rolled off the bed in a flash, standing dangerously close to Matthew. “You’re kidding, right?”
    She is so fine. “No. Thanks for dinner and . . . dancing.” And a show I will never forget.
    Matthew slipped to the side, ducked under the ceiling fan, and left the bedroom, stepping carefully over Monique’s clothes on the kitchen floor. By the time he reached her door, Monique was beside him, wrapped in only a whispery thin sheet.
    â€œYou’re leaving?” she shouted. “Now?”
    She doesn’t have to be so loud about it. “Yes.”
    â€œDid I do something wrong?”
    â€œNo, Monique,” he said. “You are gorgeous. I will regret leaving you the second I shut this door behind me.”
    She moved between Matthew and the door. “Then don’t leave,” she whispered.
    Matthew sighed. “I’m not ready.”
    Monique slid a hand down his leg. “You looked ready.”
    I was wearing baggy jeans. How could she tell? “I should have told you this earlier. My girlfriend left me today.”
    Monique blinked. “You have a girlfriend?”
    â€œI had a girlfriend until this morning. At least I think she left me this morning.” That was a lot of food to move, and the microwave is bulky. “We were together for a year.”
    Monique’s lower lip drooped. “You poor man.”
    How does she know I’m poor? “She got on a plane to the Dominican Republic today.”
    Monique frowned. “Oh, so she only left on a plane somewhere.”
    â€œWith someone else, ” he said. “A man named Carlo.” Monique’s sexy eyebrows became one. “Oh.” She blinked. “Oh. What’d you do wrong?”
    â€œI’m not sure. I either wasn’t hairy enough or I didn’t smell enough like oranges.”
    Monique continued to blink.
    â€œWhatever it was,” Matthew said, “she chose him over me, and I went out tonight to try to forget her. I hope you understand.”
    Monique pulled the sheet tighter around her chest. “So I was your get-over date?”
    Yes. “No, not exactly. I just wanted to have fun tonight, and I thought of you. You’re fun. I had fun tonight.”
    She tugged at his hand. “Then let’s go back and finish this fun date.”
    â€œMonique, I have these interior brakes, and they . . . they’re locked up tight right now.” I have even set the emergency brake for the first time in my life. “I don’t want to rush into anything so soon. Do you understand?”
    â€œNo.”
    I didn’t think she would. “Okay, let me explain it this way. Monique, I’m not that handsome.”
    â€œI think you are,” Monique said.
    Because you’re drunk and horny. “Women as beautiful as you rarely look at me for more than a second unless they absolutely have to, and in most relationships