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I rested my head on his shoulder. "Do you ever get sick of the real world?"

"Sometimes," Brian said, "On tour, mostly. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love my work. Doing what I love the most. But, the endless rehearsals, the traveling, the pressure. It can stress a person to the limit."

"I understand," I declared sympathetically. "This is wonderful. No one's around to bother, stress, or hurt me."

"Why would anyone want to hurt you?" Brian didn't understand.

"They're assholes, that's all," I claimed coldly. I hated all the guys that would get drunk constantly, or would never pay attention or would see someone else while we dated. "I just get sick of them."

Brian told a funny story to me. We played around dancing, exchanging jokes, thoughts, opinions or anything else. "Okay, here's one. Listen to this." I got up. "A man dies and goes to Heaven. And there is God standing in front of the Pearly Gates of Heaven. God says, ‘To get past me, you must spell a word'. So the man agrees and God tells him to spell ‘love'. He spells it and is let in. God's pager goes off and he said he asks the man to watch the gates and do the same spelling deal to every person that comes up. So God leaves and soon the man's wife appeared. She tells him right after the funeral she got in an accident and died. In exchange, he tells her the rules and she agrees to it. The man says, ‘Spell Czechoslovakia'."

Brian laughed. "That was great." He grabbed my hands. "Where'd you learn all those jokes?"

"Some are my own, others I got from family and friends." I did a twirl and asked him a question in return. "Why do you hide behind that mask of happiness when you know you're sad?"

"I don't do that," Brian denied.

"You never admit to it either," I accused.

He sighed. "I do it because I hate seeing others become sad and depressed. So I purposely trip, or I make funny faces, or jokes." We sat down again. "Why are you so questioning?"

"I like finding things out." I hopped up and faced him. "Because I like figuring out about the people I confide with."

"So what did you figure out about me?" Brian's eyes traced my every step.

"You are forgiving, you are pleased by other people's happiness, you find people who aren't like my sister attractive, you crack jokes, you like eating cheese or other dairy products, you like surprises. You also like my mom's recipes and like women that date you for just simply you."

"Wow," Brian stated, spoofed, "You remember all that?"

"Most of it by looking into your eyes." I pulled him up. "We should go."

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