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I advanced upon the automatic doors. As they opened I caught a fleeting glimpse of him. My heart fluttered and suddenly I could hear it beating in my ears. My flesh burned with anxiety and desire. This was it. I approached the table he where he was thoughtfully sitting glancing up every now and then, waiting for me. He stood up when I arrived at the table like a perfect gentlemen. Our first meeting was brief, but from the second he took my hand to greet me, our eyes met and locked for what seemed like an eternity. His name was Blake.

At that moment, I was optimistic that the situation between us would work out just fine.
Seemingly endless time passed between our rendezvous and when the phone rang. Although it was only 24 hours later, I couldn't wait to hear his voice. He began our conversation by telling me how much he enjoyed our meeting, how "good" for him he thought I was, and how I had the personality that he always desired. Blake emanated my exact feelings in expressing that he thought we would be great together. We decided that the next day would be the beginning of our relationship, and set aside the entire day for only one another. We hung up the phone and my mind began swimming. I basked in a sea euphoria. I would be more than good for him. I would be great. Anything he wanted I would get, whatever joke he made I would giggle, whatever request he made I would obey.
We devoted the next day to getting to know each other. And the next...and the next...and the next. We spent every day together except for weekends when we both had other activities to attend. At first, things couldn't have been better. He gave me money to pay for everything I wanted to do on the weekends, he allowed me to attend dinner with my family each night as long as he got to be with me until 6:00. When he asked me to do things, I didn't mind. It was as if our relationship was too good to be true...
I don't know the exact moment, but suddenly the sweet nectar of our relationship turned sour. Seeing Blake every day grew tedious. It was always my responsibility to go see him, and sometimes, he was no where to be found. I began to resent doing things for him especially when I received no thanks. My family noticed a change in me too. I was constantly tired when I came home for dinner. They revealed that they thought I was spending too much time with him, and that put the icing on this stale cake. He was still paying for my weekend activities, but that was just about the only flicker left in the flame that we once had.
Eventually, I began to resent seeing him so much that I simply just stopped. After about the third day, I suppose he couldn't stand my absence any longer, and he called. He wanted to set up a time and place that we could "sit down and talk." What was there to talk about? I didn't want to be with him any more. Simple as that.
We met in the same location where we held our first meeting. Blake was already sitting at the table as before, but when he saw me, he didn't stand in the gentlemanly manner he had previously. I was flooded with a wave of nausea. I knew what was about to happen. He didn't look as happy to see me as before, but he didn't look mad...just disappointed. He expressed that he still valued me, but thought he may have misjudged our relationship. He said he was sorry, and wished that things would have worked out between us, but "unfortunately he didn't think he would be needing me any longer. My term at Best Buy had just ended. I had survived being fired by my first boss from my first job, for the first...and last time..

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