6:10 Friday Evening Internet arrived at the Thai place about 15 minutes after I called him and when I saw him way down the street, I dropped Overseas' hand. My mind was racing; I was not quite sure what I was supposed to do with two boys and which one should I choose and how do I get out of this with two friends and no mauled feelings? As Internet approached, I could see that he was wearing his indie brown corduroys and a tight green shirt. I had to admit it, he was smokin' the way one does when they're so hott it's almost firey. I closed my hanging jaw and nervously laughed at nothing and inwardly kicking myself for acting like a sophomore girl meeting the hottest senior boy at school. "Let's go in, shall we?" I ordered something vegetarian and the guys ordered, I don't know, whatever they felt like eating; it wasn't important. Dinner conversation was forced and overly polite. How could this be happening to me? I wasn't worth this kind of conflict. No more than one boy was supposed to be in love with me at any given time. Vice versa, as well; I wasn't supposed to be in love with more than one boy at once. I probably wasn't, I just couldn't tell at the current moment. I sat there almost silent while Internet asked Overseas polite questions about work, the country in which he lived, Overseas answered them with as short answers as he could manage and still be polite, and I poked at my food. I seemed to have lost all appetite at all.