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made for each other. I'd love to meet them and see for myself. Can a couple like that really exist? Respect huh? I get respect don't I? I mean, Grant cares about me... most of the time. He worries about me, sometimes. Oh but, he's a man, that's just the way men are. Brooke sighed in thought. Can they really be that happy? It must be because they're two women, but there's gotta be a downside to that too. It must be murder when they ovulate, and they must do that together by now, she grinned. But the way Bev talks... They sound like the perfect couple. I wanna be that happy too. The blonde clicked her mouse a few times and began working. Maybe one day.
    PART 2
    C AYDEN SHIFTED IN her chair and put a foot up on the counter. The Fuzzy Belly Deli wasn't a particularly busy shop, but was never the less profitable. The long spells of quiet allowed the tall brunette to indulge in her favorite pastime, which was watching television. Currently involved with John Edward, the guy who talks to the dead, Cayden leaned back and munched absently on gummy bears, swaying her chair slightly back and forth.
    Jodie came clamoring in the door with a lawn chair, a handful of tabloids and a quart of iced tea, huffing and puffing dramatically. "No, don't get up... I got it." she said sarcastically as she struggled with her load.
    Cayden glanced at her friend briefly, then brought her attention back to the television.
    "Yeah, so, it's Egypt hot out there, thanks for asking." the short, brown haired woman said to herself.
    Cayden turned to Jodie with a bored expression. "Well it wasn't my idea to sit out there and bask in Hell."
    "A little color wouldn't kill you, besides, I want to look healthy for my date tonight." Jodie replied, waving a fan fashioned out of The Enquirer in her face.
    Cayden raised her eyebrows. "Another date?"
    "Well, yeah." The shorter woman replied as if Cayden's question was ridiculous.
    "Why do you do that?" I mean, don't you want some peace and quiet once and a while?"
    "I get enough." Jodie shrugged, knowing this was the beginning of their usual debate. One she always got the last word in.
    "I don't understand how you do it. New women almost every night... it would give me hives."
    "Well some of us actually enjoy the company of others."
    "I don't know.... " The tall woman said thoughtfully. "I don't think I could do it. Playing the mating game isn't my thing. It's bad enough having that awkward first meeting. Hi there, what's your name... blah, blah, blah... I couldn't fathom sleeping with a woman I just met."
    "If you got out more often, it wouldn't be so hard to talk to women. Plus... Wade would have no reason to keep setting you up. And speaking of which, if you really weren't interested in meeting anyone, you wouldn't keep accepting his blind dates." Jodie said smugly.
    Cayden shrugged. She has a point . "I suppose maybe I do want to meet someone ... eventually."
    "It will never happen if you don't give it a chance."
    "I get plenty of chances from those weirdo’s Wade keeps setting me up with."
    "Well, if you went out and pursued a woman you actually wanted, you wouldn't be stuck with Wade's weirdoes." Jodie said with a self satisfied grin.
    Cayden narrowed her eyes. "Shut up." She hated when Jodie was right.
    "Score one for the sweaty girl!" Jodie laughed.
    "Anyway... even though I don't want to wind up all alone, I loathe bars and clubs, and first dates. I hate second dates even more than the first ones." Cayden said as she stared at the television.
    "Well, Cayden, the woman of your dreams isn't going to fall into your lap you know. You have to give it some effort, You can't be afraid."
    "I am not afraid!" the tall woman said defensively.
    "Then what is it?"
    "Shut up." Cayden really hated it when Jodie was right.
    "If you're not afraid, I want you to make a deal with me." Jodie was getting excited, she may have finally gotten Cayden to make an effort.
    The tall brunette narrowed her eyes skeptically. "What kind of