"He's cheating on you."

I almost dropped the phone. "You're drunk, right?"

"I'm serious. I'm here at the party--the one you decided not to go to because you were sure he would call--and he's hanging all over some other girl!"

"I don't believe you."

"He's a comedian. In the real world, that equals a player. If you don't believe me, come over here and see for yourself."

"Maybe." I hung up the phone.

The more I thought about my relationship with the tall, thin, terribly attractive Ryan Stiles, the more suspicious I got. I met him at a restaurant that I had been waitressing at. He was with a friend, Colin...somebody...and Ryan had been so polite and sweet. When he paid the bill, he sent a note with it that had read: "Will you go on a date with me?" When I gave him the change, I wrote him back and our relationship began.

Despite the fact that he was always on the road, performing stand up and improv, he never forgot to call..until recently. My friend's call unnerved me. Maybe he was tired of me.

I rushed over to the party and crept in the door. I wandered through the crowd without spotting him. Maybe he had gone already.

Then I spotted him. He was standing by the makeshift bar with a girl--a blonde. She was twirling a strand of hair around her finger and giggling so obnoxiously that I felt nauseous.

"Could she be wearing any less?" I mumbled, noting the amount of cleavage she was practically throwing in Ryan's face.

Ryan tugged on her hair and smiled. As I got closer, I heard him say the exact same thing that I had swooned over on the phone the night before. "I missed you, babe. I missed seeing your beautiful face."

Then they started for the door. Just when they were about there, I saw Colin run over to Ryan, whisper something and point to me. I waved sweetly at him. Ryan abandoned the girl and came over to me.

"What are you doing here?"

"Afraid you'd get caught if I came? A friend called me."

"Colin?"

"If Colin's got a fake girl voice that's realistic, yes..."

"Damn. He ratted on me."

"I'm not some little trophy, Ryan. I'm a girl...with feelings. You never loved me. Find another dumb blonde to play over. Goodbye, Mr. Stiles."

I turned on my heel and walked out the door. Once outside, I stopped and took a deep breath.

Colin contacted me a few days ago. He told me Ryan's a successful comedian with two TV shows. And get this...he's married. To a brunette.