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Okay, after a rough week of being stood up by a cute boy who I was supposed to have drinks with, and dealing with Fred moving on, I was excited to have dinner with my own personal Mr. Big tonight. He works in advertising, always loves to go out somewhere extravagant, and I get to have dinner with a cute boy in a suit.

Last night, we went out to dinner at a great little restaurant in SoHo, small enough for intimate conversation without eavesdropping on the table next to you. When I arrived, he had already ordered a bottle of champagne for us to share, and we chatted about our newest professional endeavors.

There is something special about being wined and dined. I knew that I could order anything I wanted, and that I was taken care of, and after some disappointing recent experiences with men, this in itself seemed like a blessing.

Then, after an amazing meal and quite a bit of champagne, we decided to head to a local bar for a night cap. While the rest of the bar listened to the band performing, we headed to the completely deserted back room. Halfway through a conversation about the environment and An Inconvenient Truth he looked and me and said, “I have to kiss you”.

We proceeded to make out for about five minutes, and when I finally pulled away, I laughed about that fact that I never thought Al Gore would be such a turn on. He blushed and began to fidget.

He chose this moment to tell me that he was dating someone, at which point I pulled away and positioned myself a professional distance, listening like a psychiatrist because I wanted to establish that he had just seriously crossed boundaries. I asked him why he didn’t tell me five minutes sooner, and told him that I have been called a tease in the past, and now I knew what the other side felt like.

He went on to tell me that they had been off and on for FIVE YEARS, including every time I had gone out with him in the past. I began to feel nauseous thinking of this poor girl sitting at home, believing she has a faithful boyfriend. He just added another foot to the wall of cynicism I already build around every relationship, wondering how to trust someone when I have met so many untrustworthy guys.

Thank god for my girlfriends, who took my late night call to vent about this asshole. I may have been fooled, along with his girlfriend, but after leaving him, I asked him to please never call me again. I would never want to be put in the position of the poor girl that believes the bullshit that this guy calls conversations.

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