At the beep. . . "e;Tracy, are you there? It's me. . ."e; . . .Kate. Okay, first off--I'm coming to your party. But if I have to hang out with more lawyers tonight, I won't be responsible for what I say after the fourth drink. And no matter who you're trying to set me up with--and yes, you are--unless he gives me The Vibe, it's a no go. . . "e;Kate, put down the microwave popcorn. It's me. . ."e; . . .Tracy. Your best friend, remember? I so don't believe in that whole "e;Vibe"e; thing. Look at Tom--he didn't give off major sparks, but we're engaged now. And really, really happy. I think. . . . . .Leave a message "e;Tracy, I am an embarrassment to women. . ."e; Just tell me I didn't come off last night as a cyber-stalker in a push-up bra. That guy was totally hot, but I couldn't get a read on The Vibe. Should I call him. . .or just wallow in self-pity and ice cream? "e;Hey, Kate, can I tell you a secret?"e; I got The Vibe. Only it wasn't Tom. So tell me--please--what do you do when you get the right Vibe. . .for the wrong guy? Follow two Chicago best friends on a whirlwind trip through the ups and downs of romance--where what you feel is the only true guide to the real thing. . .
Did You Get The Vibe