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and Mr. I’m Not Having Sex with Your Sister! And it was the Mr. Sy Psycho that made me really cautious about Mr. Too Little that was just at my door. You see Mr. Sy Psycho seemed like a really nice guy, I knew he wasn’t quite my type but I went out with him anyway. I will tell you about that fiasco later. But this Mr. Too Little guy was as lonely as I was, he just wanted a friend, and all his messages seemed harmless. I could have had dinner with him and been his friend but tonight Radley showed up and threw all my good sense out the window. I didn’t think I was capable of being nice to him. And that Radley. OMG, that Radley! The fact he showed up tonight just set me back a few years. Now I know I’ll never find anyone! You wanna know why? Because from now on I will be comparing that image, that chest, those lips, those dimples, to every guy I meet on these dating sites!
                  Yea, I am pretty much screwed!
                  I grabbed my fuzzy blanket off the couch and called it a night. I sent myself to bed without dinner. It was my punishment for not being nice to the little guy and handling the Radley situation correctly. Next time I will know better. Next time his sorry ass won’t get that close to my lips, nor that close to me. His hands won’t caress my backside and act like they missed me. No, he will keep his distance at least a good ten feet and stare at me across the room. Next time he will stay. Stay. Stay away. Yes, next time!
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    I stared blankly at the bright blue numbers trying to make out what they said. From what I could tell they read two a.m. Who would be at my door at that hour? I was afraid to answer it and afraid of who it might have been. He had been known to return at all hours. I remembered he no longer had a key due to the fact I had the locks changed, and felt safe knowing he couldn’t just barge in.
                  But whoever they were wouldn’t go away.
                  As I tiptoed to the living room the knock grew louder. I peeked through the peephole and hurriedly opened the door.
                  “Sofie, what’s wrong? Why are you crying? OMG!”
                  Sofie is my best friend, my comrade, my sister from another mister. She had my heart, always had, and we were always there for one another. She lived in Chicago with a beautiful family that she and her husband Chris had created. And even though her extended family still lived in Huntsville she didn’t come home much. If she had I would have seen her more often. But never-the-less we always stayed in touch, she was now at my door, obviously intoxicated, and appeared to have been crying for some time.
                  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
                  “Yes, you did, but it’s okay. I don’t mind, really. Where have you been?”
                  “Chi-cahgo!” she said with a cackle.
                  “Umm, I know that, I mean tonight, when did you get in town?”
                  “Dis morning. I need a drink. You gotta drink?” she stammered to the kitchen dropping her purse, keys, and jacket along the path. She opened the door to the fridge and just stared as though she had forgotten why she was there.
                  “Here, sit down I’ll find you something.”
                  She spotted the unopened bottle of fine wine on the bar and attempted to open it without the opener. Sofie could out drink me, I was the light weight. With that being said, she must have had several drinks tonight because she was wasted. Her prim and proper ways were nowhere to be found and apparently her blonde hair had been dyed red. It’s attractive, but anything is attractive on Sofie. She’s so beautiful, always. Even drunk off her ass she’s beautiful. It’s just who she is: The Beauty Queen.
                  “Give me that!”