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I’m the Socialite Slut.”
                  “If we weren’t destined for each other, then true love is just a horrible myth we grow up believing in.”  He said it with his typical playful smile, where you can never tell if he is telling the truth or making fun of the world we’re living in.
                  I wanted him.  It was not that he was just kind and funny and handsome.  He was charming and graceful.  He was the last of a breed of men who could be called a gentleman.  Something I had never really seen in the social scene in New York.  And I don’t think he had seen it either.  He just grew up believing in an ideal he was excluded from being a part of because of the family he was born into.  When he started to become rich and successful, he wanted rich people to be like he imagined them to be and not how they really are.
                  “If I hadn’t been with Rick the night you met Kristin, would you have chosen me over her?”  I asked it with the courage I had been lacking the past few months.  The risk of losing him was now less than the chances I could actually be with him.
                  “Well, now, Miss Catherine!  That is a loaded question.  If I didn’t know you any better, I would say your hormones are out of balance.  Is it true the female sex drive increases during pregnancy?”  He smiled at me as if he was playing dumb to any feelings he might have for me.
                  “Word on the street is you two are breaking up.”
                  “Lies.  They’re all lies.  We have no intention of breaking up, especially since we officially broke up last night.  But don’t let that get out.  We are at one of the biggest weddings of the year. News of the break-up and now my dancing with you would overshadow this glorious event.  Anyway, what would people say about me?”
                  “Probably that you have a sick, sexual desire to make love to a pregnant woman.”
                  “At least they can’t claim I got you drunk to take advantage of you and to advance my career.”
                  “No, you wouldn’t be taking advantage of me.”
                  I look him in the eyes.  He looks back at mine.  He chooses his words carefully.
                  “I’ve already destroyed one beautiful woman by dancing with her at a wedding.  I’m not going to take this opportunity to do the same to her best friend.”
                  “Even if it would be a chance to correct your poor life choices during the first dance?”
                  “I’ve got rules, Cathy.  I won’t date the best friend of one of the women I’ve dated.  It’s bad enough having women discuss my performance in bed with their best friends.  I don’t need women comparing their experiences.”
                  “But you can be my friend and draw attention to us by asking me to dance?”
                  He smiled.   “If the pregnant woman would rather sit alone at a table and prove to the world she is a social outcast, I can take my humanitarian efforts elsewhere.”
                  Even though I knew he was joking, there was a truth behind his eyes.  I gave up on him being a substitute father to my unborn child, or at least on us being a couple.
                  “No, I would rather have you stay.”
                  He kissed me on the forehead.  “Good.  You truly are the most beautiful woman in the room.  I don’t think I could put up with everybody else’s attitude tonight.”
                  We continued to dance, but we talked less.  We were enjoying the feeling of being able to touch each other and what could have been if we had made other choices in life.
                  My son will be five this year.  Jack has always been there for me