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"I don't know if I ever told you, but you're a very pretty lady. A lot of people, especially these days, might say you're overweight. But you're rocking that body, believe it!"

*Carmen stares in disbelief* Throw that cranberry juice in his face and let it get all over his all-white outfit. EXCUSE ME. What kind of backhanded compliment is that!?!?!?!? FUCK YOU.

"Yes, it is. You need to work out to get in better shape, so when we get called out to go on tour, you'll have the kind of stamina you need on the road."

And you need to... go fuck yourself.

I'm baffled. She reacts so well to this and after that touching and very true-to-life scene about Cynthia offering to dress her better (in a kind way) I just didn't think Day would be backtracking like this.

So... even after all this the message is still to diet or some shit? Fuck that!

Jan wanted to respond but couldn't. Reality was replacing shock and tears flowed. "Jan? Are you all right?"

"No."

"Do you need to pull over? Do I need to come get you?"

Awwwwww, this guy is really starting to grow on me.

"Are you out of gas?" she joked.

"I don't want to hide us."

"Huh?"

"I don't want to hide the fact that we're seeing each other, or feel like I have to watch myself around you."

"Doug, you knew when this started that I wanted it kept private."

"We don't always get what we want, and in those moments we have to figure out how to make that work to our advantage."

"What brought on this change of

"Doug, I was probably in high school before anybody other than my mother called me pretty. I was teased, mostly about my weight, and put down by boys and girls. Boys didn't ask if I wanted to be their girlfriend, and later, in high school, didn't ask me out. I was the sideline chick, which is almost worse than the side chick because at least the side chick gets positive attentions sometimes even though she's

Two words kept coming to her: caring and trust. Doug cared about her feelings and about whether or not she was satisfied. He asked questions and put her feelings first. The result was not only a heightened physical experience but a deeper emotional one as well. Maybe this was why she felt she could trust him. He'd been honest and up front. He'd been a man of his word, even before they were intimate.

"That is such a Doug answer. Oh my God. How do you live like that? Not knowing what was going to happen or what I was going to do from day to day or week to week would drive me crazy!"

"See, and all that planning and organizing and trying to figure out every detail would raise my blood pressure."

Mine too, Doug.

"Thank you for taking an interest in him."

"I'm interested in you, which makes me interested in him."

"As a friend, right?"

"Girl, I can't even continue with that bald-faced lie."

Aw.
But then he calls her breasts her "pillows" and it all goes downhill from there.

"He's a nice-looking guy, works full-time, appreciates your singing, and is obviously interested in you. What's missing?"

"Drive. Ambition."

"How do you know whether he's ambitious or not?"

"If he was, he wouldn't be working at a post office."

"Seriously, Janice? You work there! So do you know how crazy that sounds?"

"For me it's temporary. For him, it's a career.

"You say that like it's a bad