Funny how I didn’t think I had enough of Reed’s story in me to write a manuscript, yet I feel compelled to write her story constantly. I’m up to over 10,000 words with her now. Maybe there really is a manuscript there. For now though, I like writing her here.
I hate Mondays. Getting up after sleeping in for two days, going back to work, staring at the long week ahead…Monday has no redeeming qualities.
This Monday also marks the fourth day with no call from Chris. But who’s counting?
Why do men ask for your number if they’re not going to call? A guy friend once told me it’s either to make the woman feel good about herself or for the guy to prove to himself that he can get it. Seriously? As for the former, I’m damn good catch and I don’t need some guy to ask for my number to prove that to me. In terms of the latter, find some other way to bolster your weak ego and quit wasting my time.
I closed a multi-million acquisition for a client today, so I think a celebration is in order. Staring into the contents of my refrigerator I have a tough decision to make. Chardonnay or Pinot Grigio?
My old buddy Chardonnay is always a safe bet. I pull a glass from the cabinet and pour the cool, golden liquid. Taking a small sip, I immediately feel my nerves ease. Who cares if that loser calls? Not this girl.
After all, there are hundreds of men just waiting to hear from me on eMatch. Despite my lack of luck so far, I have an urge to go glimpse through pictures. It’s like online shopping, and I love to shop.
Logging in, I wait for the mailbox to reveal how many messages have arrived since my last visit. After I met Chris, I completely forgot about eMatch. Surely after four days of not checking it I must have mail from some eligible bachelors.
Sure enough, there are seven new messages. I scan the pictures and decide to open Jason from Marietta first. Continue reading »