We were wandering around the party, the gorgeous short girl under my arm. But she didn’t want to be there. We were here to look for her ‘dream dude.’ Michael. God, how even the thought of him irked me. This little lady had me wanting to break our very good friend, Michael’s, nose. I looked down at her pretty face, but all I saw was her eyes scanning the room for him.

“We’ve been here ten minutes, beautiful. I’m sure he’ll make an appearance.” I joke, although I really was not in a joking mood.