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We stopped by the beer bash, but someone said you’d left with a chick.”
    I pass the joint to Jamie, but Jamie motions it away and grins. “Your information is correct, Russ. I did leave with someone, but I don’t like to kiss and tell.”
    Nick boots up his sleek-looking laptop. “What’s her name? Was it the tall blonde?”
    â€œNope.” Jamie sits down on the corner of the desk. “Oh, why not. Her name is Kimmy. She just got here today.”
    â€œI’m going to need her last name, dude.”
    â€œKimmy Nailer.”
    â€œCome on!” I laugh. “Nail-her? That’s her name?”
    Nick clicks away on his keyboard, and I peer onto the screen. “Are you going to Google her?” I ask.
    â€œMuch better than that, dude.” He clicks on to the LWBS Web site. Then he clicks on to a section labeled Calling Card. A list of names pops up on the screen. “Every person in our class is on here. With photos.”
    â€œWhy are some of the names purple and some blue?” I lean toward the screen to take a better look. “Why are all the girls’ names in purple?”
    â€œBecause I’ve checked them all out,” Nick says.
    â€œSomeone’s been busy.” Maybe that’s what the tissues were for.
    â€œHey, Jamie Grossman,” Nick says, then pauses. “Why don’t you have a picture up? I thought you might be a babe.”
    The term babe might be just as annoying as dude. I prefer “chick”—Sharon hates it.
    Jamie looks away. “I keep forgetting to bring it in.”
    Nick clicks on Kimmy’s name. A sexy brunette with significant breast exposure flashes across the screen. Nick whistles. “Nice work, dude.”
    I nod. “Hot.” Too bad it’s not a full-length picture. Nice top. She’d look great in matching tight white pants. Love it when women wear white pants. Don’t know what it is about the white, but it turns me on.
    Nick clicks on me. I’m making my best “I’m serious” face. I got a haircut specifically before taking the picture and put on my favorite suit and tie.
    â€œBet you were wearing jeans underneath that jacket, Russ,” Nick says. “Like everyone does.”
    Now why didn’t I think of that? I wasted a clean pair of pants. Stupid. I have a twenty-thousand-dollar tuition loan over my head, and dry cleaning is a splurge. I nod so I don’t look like a moron.
    Nick clicks back to Kimmy Nailer. “I didn’t think babes like her went to B-school.”
    â€œThey do,” Jamie says. “And she’s mine, so keep your grubby hands off.”
    â€œYou two already a couple?” I ask.
    He half nods. “Working on it.”
    â€œThat sucks,” Nick whines, kicking the side of his bed, jolting me. “I wish we hadn’t gone to Moe’s for wings. Then I could have had a crack at her. That rack is A-plus.”
    I shrug. “I thought the wings were A-plus.”
    â€œWhat do you care?” Nick says. “You have a woman.”
    Jamie looks down at my hand. “You married, Russ? I don’t see a ring.”
    Married? Oh, man. “No wife,” I answer. “Girlfriend.”
    â€œSerious?”
    â€œPretty serious.”
    He accidentally knocks over an empty binder from the desk, then leans to pick it up. “Do you date other women?”
    â€œNo.”
    â€œEven if you don’t tell her?” Nick asks, eyebrow raised.
    â€œNever have.” Nope, never cheated on Sharon. And since Sharon was my first real girlfriend, that means I never cheated on anyone.
    She wasn’t thrilled with my plan to come to the States. She didn’t understand why I couldn’t go to B-school at home. There are some great schools, like Western and U of T, but I’ve always dreamed of going to an American top ten. I promised her I’d come home after I graduated. Go back to my old job or