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disappointed to learn that, just an inch below <strong>the</strong> surface, he didn’t appear to be <strong>the</strong> sharpest tool in<br />
<strong>the</strong> shed.<br />
Whenever he announced his next “great idea,” I usually fell silent. I didn’t have <strong>the</strong> heart, for<br />
instance, to tell him that I wasn’t interested in cohosting a regularly scheduled “LoveSex” Pool Party<br />
(yes, that was <strong>the</strong> real name he actually came up with) at <strong>the</strong> Luxor with him. I felt sorry for him and<br />
didn’t want to embarrass him.<br />
Criss asked me what my parents thought of him as we rode <strong>the</strong> elevator back up to his suite. He<br />
was clearly in need of some affirmation.<br />
“They liked you,” I said with a big smile. After all, <strong>the</strong>y hadn’t told me <strong>the</strong>y didn’t like him. My<br />
parents confided in me that <strong>the</strong>y found him a bit controlling, but <strong>the</strong>y were seeing things I wasn’t<br />
necessarily ready to accept. On <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r hand, <strong>the</strong>y saw that I appeared truly happy. Plus, seeing me<br />
with a man closer to my own age had to be a lot easier to swallow.<br />
He <strong>the</strong>n asked me if I had told <strong>the</strong>m I was “in love” with him.<br />
“Um, I told <strong>the</strong>m I really liked you,” I offered honestly. I’d already moved in with him, adopted<br />
so much of his life, and gushed relentlessly about him to <strong>the</strong> press. I wasn’t going to profess my<br />
undying love to my parents after just four months of dating, no matter how much of a whirlwind our<br />
time toge<strong>the</strong>r had been or how often we said it to one ano<strong>the</strong>r.<br />
Criss pouted, crossing his arms, turning away from me, and, grumbling, asking why he was even<br />
wasting time on this relationship.<br />
“Hey,” I said defensively, “I don’t introduce my parents to many people. This was a really big<br />
deal for me.”<br />
THE WARM MEXICAN SUN beat down on my shoulders as Criss and I sat at our beachside table eating<br />
sushi and drinking Coke Lights with our friends Barbara and Ron. Enjoying a few days off from <strong>the</strong><br />
show, Criss swept me away to Cabo San Lucas for a late January getaway.<br />
“We’re going to miss you guys,” I bemoaned to Barbara beneath a perfect cloudless Cabo sky<br />
after a boating excursion. The couple’s trip overlapped with ours for only a few days. They were<br />
longtime friends of Criss’s—and would soon become close friends of mine. The couple kept<br />
conversations lively and fun—<strong>the</strong>y were <strong>the</strong> perfect antidote to <strong>the</strong> dark energy that I was starting to<br />
feel from Criss more and more lately.<br />
“Let me give you my info,” Barbara said. “Text me any time you’re bored and want to go to<br />
lunch or something.”<br />
“Thanks!” I said, pocketing <strong>the</strong> business card with Barbara’s information.<br />
After we finished our leisurely lunch and said our good-byes, Criss and I went back to our suite.<br />
Criss snapped at me as soon as <strong>the</strong> door had shut behind him. He demanded I give him <strong>the</strong> card<br />
and forbade me from texting her.<br />
“Why?” I asked, confused. She seemed really sweet, but perhaps <strong>the</strong>re was something about her<br />
I didn’t know.<br />
He put his hand out, motioning with his fingers for me to cough up <strong>the</strong> card. He gave me a lame