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and that this thing happened. What I didn’t know, however, was just how long I would have to wait. There was nothing in his trailer to do. It was bare bones and twenty years old, with no TV, no radio, and the only entertainment was looking out the window at the men and women in costume going to their respective soundstages.
    I took out my phone after what seemed like forever to see I had already been there for an hour and a half . Nobody had come back, not even to see if I wanted anything to drink or eat, and there was certainly no sign of Kurt. No text messages, no phone calls, and not even a shady note slipped under the door by a stalker fan. I was left in complete silence, and it was this silence that killed me.
    Was Kurt really this busy, or was this some elaborate ruse to make me want him more?
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    Two hours and twenty-seven minutes had passed by before I finally had enough. Kurt wasn’t coming, and I was a fool to think he was. There wasn’t even a sign in this trailer that it belonged to him. No special treats laid out, no clothes, and no electronics or other easy to see clues. I was just in some stupid shell of a trailer, and the fact that he wasn’t here just made me mad. I knew I wasn’t in the wrong trailer, because he definitely would’ve called or texted me. He didn’t waste time, judging from how fast he got my panties off, and I knew if he really wanted to get laid that he would’ve contacted me and sent the National Guard to come and get me if his boner needed servicing. Even though I was livid, though, I still couldn’t stop thinking of him.
    Sure, he ditched me and I stupidly waited this long, but wouldn’t every girl if they had this kind of chance ? I tried to rationalize it in my mind, and even when I’d put him down and think badly of him, something deep down within me would pick it right back up and make him into some kind of king. I wanted him, and in some strange way, I needed him.
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    I was lucky enough to find somebody to take me to the front gate after waiting long enough, and a cab was called for me once I got there. The guard, who took my name and let me in, asked how my visit was. I told him it was great, as if to hide my own insecurities and not let him know I got stood up and sat in some hot and sweaty trailer for close to three hours. I ate the cost of the cab instead of taking the bus or calling for a ride, but luckily it wasn’t too horrible. The driver was a bit more understanding and saw my sorry demeanor as I sat there. I think he even shaved a little bit off my fare as a condolence. Maybe I should try that trick a little more often. Men do love a damsel in distress.
    I walked in the front door to an empty apartment, tossed my keys and purse on the table, and plopped myself down on the couch. I turned on the TV, for it was too early to get on cam and skipping school, which I was now pissed that I broke my record for him, meant that I had no homework to do. I could finally catch up on a little TV and drain my mind away just like every other American youth.
    I flipped through the channels, whizzing past the news, some auction show, and a nature documentary about the mating habits of elephant seals . The only show I recognized, a gossip show called CTZ , was on and new, so I switched to that, only to be enraged when I did.
    “Yeah, I think anybody who loves action, adventure, a steamy romance will have to come and see this movie,” Kurt said in an interview.
    “Steamy romance huh? Speaking of that, many women all over the country have been asking if you’re seeing anybody. Can you confirm for us here if you are?” the interviewer asked.
    “I get that question a lot,” Kurt said with a chuckle . “No, I’m not seeing anybody and don’t have a girlfriend at the time. If any ladies are out there, though, I’m always open for a good time,” he said to the happiness of the male interviewer.
    “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I said as my face