Brad and Dan, whom I had been hanging out with every spare moment I had, tried to remain upbeat, but I could tell by the time we left for break, that even they were second-guessing their advice. "Maybe you'll hear from him during the break," Dan said as we ate pizza in their apartment the day before break. "Or, maybe he's decided I'm not the girl for him," I said, scooping up a stray piece of cheese up with my finger. "Don't you guys get sick of hearing me whine?" I asked, sucking the cheese off my finger. "Are you kidding? It keeps me from hearing lonely boy here moan about his dismal love life," Dan said, tossing a piece of his crust at Brad. "At least I'm out there trying," Brad countered. "I don't need to try, I've already scooped up my girl," Dan said mysteriously. Brad raised his eyebrows at me, questioningly. I shrugged my shoulders. His guess was as good as mine.
