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Dean meets up with Alyson Hannigan.
"I guess that makes 5 single men here tonight. Damn that man is fine. I swear if I wasn't getting married-"
"Hey, your future husband is just on the other side of that door."
"And he knows how much I love him. I am just appreciating all the beauty in the world. It wouldn't kill you to do it too."
"What does that mean?"
"It means I caught the stare-down."
"The one that had you looking at him like a bitch in heat." Monroe put down his knife and looked at Phillip. "You know, he is single and now that I think about it, he is perfect for you."
"I thought you said you would quit trying to set me up."
"Well yeah but I thought that was just for blind dates. This guy you've already met and you are clearly attracted to him. I can sit you guys together during dinner and -"
"Did it ever occur to you that I don't need you to constantly be setting me up. That I can get a date on my own without you playing matchmaker."
Monroe stared at him. He took a step back, looked at him up and down. Then unequivocally said "No."
Phillip dropped the olive he was about to eat, rolled his eyes, and swivelled out of his bar stool. He headed to the deck where everyone had congregated. Outside he saw Duane had already been occupied by Fred, another guest at the party.
Phillip didn't know much about Fred other than the fact that there was a part of him that found Fred extremely annoying. Fred was a fast-talking hustler. That was probably how he ended up the lead singer of a band. Not that he wanted to be like Fred but sometimes he was envious of the way he seemed to be so much more comfortable and at ease being the centre of attention. Also, he has slept with at least three men at this party. Courtesy of a drunken gossip session with Monroe.
That was another thing that bothered Phillip about Fred. He carried an air that always intimated he had sex on the brain and it seemed to draw men in. Whenever there was some get together he managed to go with someone everytime. Another skill of which he was envious. But he determined that it wasn't going to happen this time. He didn't know where this sudden surge of energy came from but he wasn't about to let it go to waste.
He casually strolled up to the couple and lightly tapped Fred on the shoulder.
"Hey Fred. Monroe's in the kitchen and he wanted to talk to you about something."
"Did he say what?"
"Oh Ok. Remember to save me a seat at dinner, D," Fred stated with a flirtatious smile
Fred got up and walked inside. Philip replaced him in the lawn chair next to Duane. They looked at each other and smiled awkwardly. Philip hadn't thought of anything to say on his stroll over here so he was stuck in the position of rapidly trying to come up with an interesting and subtly sexy topic to discuss. He didn't know how long he had been sitting in silence before he finally settled on the mundane topic of work.
"So, what do you do?"
Duane looked over at him with a surprised expression. No doubt wondering if Phillip was in fact talking to him since he had been staring down as if transfixed by the rim of his beer bottle.
"I run my own gym. It's right at 68th avenue and Yale Road."
"Oh yeah, I think I've seen it on my commute. Omega Fitness right."
"That's right. Do you work out? Are you looking for a gym? Sorry I am not here to solicit your business. Unless you're interested of course."
They both laughed at this.
"Actually I have been looking to get back to the gym. Since I moved here I haven't really been going as much as I used to. I have been steadily gaining weight for the past year."
Duane gave him a once over. "It seems like you have solid upper body strength." He reached into his wallet and pulled out a business card.
"Why don't I leave you my card and if you are serious about getting in shape give me a call. I can set you up for a month of free personal training sessions with one of my top guys."