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It raises an unexpected jealousy that I do not believe I would feel if he gave a picture of a girl like I was imagining. Losing a person like Angelina Jolie is one thing, but losing to someone like me is another. I remind myself that it was not a competition, then turned off the electric shade on my head and asked, "Where did you and Carol meet?" Leo cleared his throat, as if thinking about the truth, but then This, of course, makes me happy. "Come on," I pressed, hoping it was a matchmaking affair - which I believe is the truth. Standing at the foot of the totem pole of love. "Okay," he said. "We met at the bar ... on the hottest night of the year ... at least in New York." "New Year's Eve?" I said, smiling, pretending not to feel bitter aftertaste. Near, "Leo said, winking. "St. Patrick's Day." I smiled, thinking about how I shared my dislike of March 17th. "What? What happened to you? You do not love the g...