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Of course, immediately after I said that, the reporter announced, "Our sources say that Tade and Rosalinda have been seeing each other off and on for several years, dating back to their days together at University."

I rolled my eyes and kept my attention on Nancy. "We're just friends. We dated for like a week in college, but we're just friends. The media's trying to make something out of nothing."

My words were blaming the media, but a suspicious part in the back of my mind had a theory of its own. Rosalinda certainly could use the media exposure of appearing to be my girlfriend. Would she have gone so far as to lure me out to lunch in order to trap me into some suggestive photos?

Nancy looked at me, her eyes wary as if she wanted to believe me, but wasn't sure she could trust me. After all, we barely knew each other. "But, she did spendthe night, right?"

Instantaneously, I could see how the situation would appear to be, and how bad it might make me seem. Already defeated, I let go of Nancy's hands and let myself sink back into the couch.

"Look, Nancy. I want to be completely honest with you about me and about my intentions. I realize that you don't really know who I am. We just met a couple of days ago. But I'll let you make your own choice whether to trust me or not."

The poor girl was half-crying already, but she nodded.

"I told you that Rosalinda and I dated for a very short time in college. Truthfully, the relationship was doomed from the beginning but the sex was incredible."

Ooh, wrong choice of words. From the new expression on Nancy's face, I had to change the subject away from illicit sex with Rosalinda if at all possible. But as my mind raced back through my relationship with Rosalinda, doing so wasn't going to be easy.

"Four years ago we ran into each other again, right here in New York. We had exactly one date, we both got hammered, and we did hook up again. It was comfortable and it was convenient. Now since that time, Rosalinda has had her busy fashion model life.

She's had at least six different boyfriends during that time, and I was never one of them. I myself did date one other girl for about a year during that time as well. But whenever Rosalinda needed a convenient booty call, I was the phone call.

And for four years, we've been friends, friends with benefits. So to answer your question: Yes, Rosalinda did spendthe night. And yes, we had sex. But no, she's not my girlfriend.

And yes, I was very, very interested in getting to know you better, Nancy. not just to get laid. I... uh, well... this is going to sound bad. I already got laid last night. I just felt SOMETHING with you: a connection, a spark, or whatever you want to call it. And I thought you felt it too."

I'd rambled on and on and Nancy just watched me with her stricken expression. The 'girlfriendor not' question was splitting hairs rather thinly. Point was, I'd been sleeping with Rosalinda. And for most people in today's sense of morality, coming to Nancy's apartment like this made me a 'player' at best.

Now most people, when trying to get themselves out of a hole, wind up talking too much. I'd rambled a good bit but now tried to shut myself up lest I say anything to further damage my chances with Nancy.

But she didn't say anything either, just staring at me while seemingly turning things over in her head.

In the end, after many, many long seconds, she simply said, "I think it's time for you to leave."



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