“You’re telling me…I’m dating him,” I said.

“Wait, its like…official?” Mona’s eyes widened.

“I guess. I mean, I don’t think it’s really hit me yet,” I said, pondering the situation, “But have you seen his myspace profile? He changed his relationship status. And we’re in the car and he was like, so, have you seen my profile? Like, that makes anything real…But, I figure that I might just give it a try, you know…”

“And if it doesn’t work out, I’ll date him!” Mona said.

“Actually, I’m pretty sure that Ben has dibbs on him next…” I said, fixing my gaze to the skinny guy behind the counter, throwing biscotti at the other baristas. “He grabbed my phone the other day and started texting Travis pretending to be me.”

“What did he text?” Mona gasped.

“I love you,” I groaned.

“Ha! Are you serious?!”

“Yeah, and then Ben told me that he would totally do Travis if he was a girl. God, I had to do hours of damage control after that,” I groaned.

“I can’t believe I get thirds,” Mona sighed.