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categories of our
book boyfriends and our goal for the evening is to find our version of that BB.
Each subsequent night we go out together, we will choose a different category
until we find exactly what your type is. Shit, it might even help me because
I’m quickly finding out what I thought my type was, is actually quite similar
to the description of a douchebag,” she explained.
    “Okay, I like the sound of this.
But once we find our version of the BB, then what do we do?”
    “What do you mean ‘then what do we
do?’ You talk to him, kiss him, screw him… whatever you want to do with him. We
can even make it a little game. Whoever gets farther with their BB that night
is the winner and buys the other breakfast the next morning. We can whore our way through our book boyfriends until we determine what each
of our ‘type’ is.”
    “That’s no fair! You are obviously
going to win all the time; I’m at such a disadvantage! I don’t just want to
give away my virginity to the first guy that comes along to win some game,” I
argued.
    “Oh Sam,” Evie replied, “I’m not going to just sleep with guys that I don’t want to sleep with
just so I don’t have to buy breakfast the next morning or to beat you at some
game. The true point of the game is to find a guy that’s a keeper, one you
seriously want to date, the side game will just make it more fun until we do!”
    I thought about what she said and
knew she was right. Evie had devised a perfect way
for me to meet different kinds of guys and the game would help me to break out
of my shell, lose some of my insecurities, and do things that I would most
likely be too timid to try. I’m not sure if it was the empty bottle of wine
that sat in the kitchen trash, the possibility of finding the happily ever
after I had read about time and again in my countless books, or the fact I
definitely did not want to die a virgin, but I found myself saying, “Game on.
May the best book whore win. ”

Chapter 2
    The following morning came way too
soon, and before I had even opened my eyes, I felt the throbbing in my head.
Before the previous night, my alcohol consumption had been limited to a glass of
wine on two separate occasions; both times I had stayed the night at Evie’s house. My parents would have never allowed me to
drink, not for any reason. When I finally managed to roll out of bed to turn
off the screaming alarm clock, I headed straight for the kitchen to grab a
glass of water and some aspirin from my purse. I heard the shower running in Evie’s room so I knew that she was up and getting ready and
that I needed to get moving. Our spa appointments began at 8:00AM and it was
already 7:15.
    After showering and throwing on
some of Evie’s clothes she loaned me, since I
literally left my parent’s house with the clothes on my back, I found her
waiting for me in the living room. Luckily the medicine had kicked in and I was
feeling a little more human.
    “You ready for your makeover? To
find out how beautiful you truly are when you aren’t hiding behind all of that
hair and those frumpy ass clothes?” she asked with a huge grin on her face. I
knew she was just as excited about this as me, maybe even more so.
    “Absolutely. Let the fun begin.” I
responded, returning the smile.
    Even though I had grown up in San
Antonio, which was far from a small rural town, it was nothing compared to the
large metropolis of Houston. My only visit there had been when I had come with
my parents for a day tour of the Rice campus. I was so glad that Evie would be the one driving us around. She had visited
family here often and even though she didn’t know exactly where everything was,
her memory paired with a trusty navigation system was sure to not get us too
lost. So we jumped in her car and headed out.
    Upon arrival at the spa, we were
quickly checked in for our “A Whole New Me” package, which I thought was an
especially fitting name for my current situation, and were whisked