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"Ouch," I said as I opened my eyes. My head was pounding. I looked around the small messy dorm I shared with Ross. His bed was still in a mess, which told me that he had stayed with Carol last night. I rolled over, and my eyes snapped to something on my bedside table. A foil condom wrapper.

"Holy shit," I moaned. Who the hell had I slept with? I know Carly had broken up with me, cause then I went and got drunk.

"Monica, that's her name," I said to myself. I sat up. Memories from the night before came flooding back. Getting drunk, talking to a beuatiful girl, and kissing her. My shirt was missing. Hers was laying half-way under Ross's bed. Just as I swung my legs out of bed, Ross came in.

"Hey man. Sorry we left you at the bar. Carol wanted to… well, you know," he laughed. I nodded.

"Yeah, haha. Carly dumped me last night," I said as I pulled on my jeans.

He had a weird sympathetic look.

"Sorry man. Hey, Kip's looking for you," Ross said as he flopped onto his bed. I pulled on a shirt and headed out the door.


I found Kip at the coffee shop. He waved me over. I sat down beside him.

"What's up man?" I asked. He laughed.

"Nothing,man. And I heard about Carly. She's a slut anyway, Chan. If it makes you feel any better, my date bailed too," Kip said finishing his coffee.

"That sucks," I nodded. He looked at his watch.

"Whoa, man. I gotta go meet her now," he exclaimed.

"So she bailed, and you're meeting her?" I asked confusedly. He nodded.

"Well, she called me last night and told me she came to the bar, but couldn't find me, so she left. And she's really hot," he said, "Bye." He left. I sighed. I went to order a coffee and reached into my pocket to get my wallet when a note came out. I paid for my coffee and opened the note as I walked out.

"Dear Mystery Guy(You never told me your name),

I just thought I should tell you I had fun last night. You seemed so sweet and I would love to see you again. But I have a boyfriend. I'm really sorry.

Love,

Monica" I read the note several times before folding it and replacing it in my pocket. She has a boyfriend. And she liked me and wanted to see me again. And I liked her. But she had a boyfriend. That meant no.


I had lunch with Ross and Carol, and Carol's friend Susan. I decided not to tell Ross about Monica. They talked about homework and papers that were due. But I stopped listening. Because then I saw her.

"Dammit," I whispered.

Monica.

With Kip.