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Once we begin talking, I only make a passing reference to her shoot because it's not something that matters to me. No, I am not concerned if Holly wants to throw away her life and never find a husband.

A couple of minutes into my phone call, I notice something that often upsets me about Holly -- she is not giving me her 100% undivided attention. She's checking her email.

Now, I multi-task all the time when I talk to her, but that doesn't mean I like it when she does it to me. I am a narcissist. I must be the center of attention at all times or I get upset. I need Holly and company, each day, to tell me who I am so I can act accordingly.

Holly giggles over a photo of a model. My irritation rises into pique and finally anger.

I cut her off and hang up the phone abruptly.

I'm so upset, I don't even bother to transcribe our phone call. I'm over that.


Well, folks, we have another episode of "As L-ke and Holly Turn...and L-ke Screws It Up."


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At 2 p.m., I wake up from my nap...

What, did the gig end real late last night? How pornish of you.


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...and decide to add that she's 15 pounds past her playing weight and that was another reason she should not pose nude.

Uhh, DUC, calling your gal-pal fat--and then making it public--probably not going to score any points. Remember, this is not the woman to who you lent your tighty-whities in Tampa, this is the woman who agreed to borrow them.