"I..." I couldn't think of the right words.

“Like you said, I'm seeing someone else. But I want to be your friend. I want to get to know you better; whatever it takes to do that I'll do. We can hang out, get dinner at Taco Bell. That's not really a date, is it?"

She smiled. "Okay. But can we set a specific time for ‘hanging out'?"

“How about tomorrow night? I'll swing by your place at seven?"

“Tomorrow's Saturday." Brianna blushed with an impish smile that looked very, very cute.

“If you pick me up at my place at seven on a Saturday then it's a date."

I scratched my head, thinking quickly. All these hoops and technicalities made this HARDER than a real date. "Fine. As a FRIEND,

I'm Letting you know that I don't have any plans for tomorrow night. So why don*t I call you or you call me sometime tomorrow and we'll go hang out, okay?"

“Sure. We'll figure it out tomorrow sometime." Brianna smiled and then took another sip of her coffee before sliding her chair around until it was right beside me, her thigh just about touching mine. And then with one hand gently stroking my cheek, she leaned in and kissed me.

Just friends... riiight...

I rolled over onto my belly, my right arm reaching out and finding nothing but an empty pillow. My right eye cracked open and swiveled around, taking a moment to focus before I realized I was alone in bed.

I sat up and saw Amber putting the finishing touches on her outfit. It was almost noon.

“Morning, sleepyhead."

“Morning,” I mumbled. It sounded more like ‘mrrblunnd' with my own pillow in my face. I finally sat up a little straighter.

“Where're you going?"

"I'm going shopping with Brianna, remember?"

"Oh, yeah..." My body was physically upright, but I was far from awake.

My girlfriend stopped by the bed and kissed me before she went out.

“Bye. I'LL see you later."

With an empty house and no immediate plans, I briefly wondered what I was going to do with myself this day. And then my stomach growled at me.

Well, that decided it. Ten minutes Later, I was headed off to Kevin and

Jen's place. Surely they would have some food for me.

"So let me get this straight," Jen pontificated as her spatula slid some French Toast onto my plate.

“Mr. Man-slut here, facing the imminent loss of his wealthy, supermodel girlfriend, is offered point-blank the option to jump in the sack and start boning the young, hot chick at the office, and you HESITATE?"

“Look, I don't fuck EVERY hot girl who comes across my path," I protested.