By Stella Hayne
Copyright 2012, Stella Hayne
It was 4 p.m. on a Friday afternoon. The California sun still shone bright while Jenny Larson sat in her office cubicle. She was on the edge of her seat, and she couldn't wait to get out of there. Tonight she was going to meet up with some of her girlfriends for drinks.
All day her coworkers had been giving her compliments on her outfit. It was casual Friday, so she could get away with dressing a bit sexier. Nothing club-worthy or anything, but her black skirt was a few inches shorter than usual, her red-soled heels a couple inches higher, and this blouse covered her up a bit less than her usual. It was an outfit that was perfectly acceptable for a professional woman by day and a slightly-less professional woman by night.
Jenny had enough of staying home alone in her apartment, ordering pizza, drinking Diet Coke and watching reruns of “Grey’s Anatomy” on Netflix. She didn't expect to meet anyone this evening, but she couldn't by staying home every night, could she?
Jenny had thought that life with Mark would continue until the day they died. He seemed like Mr. Right, and they had even discussed the possibility of getting married and having children someday. So when he showed up at her apartment one afternoon, and broke it off, it was a devastating blow.
In the beginning, right after their breakup, Jenny thought she’d die. For two whole days she never got out of bed, but instead called the job every morning and claimed she was sick. Then, when she could no longer stay in bed, she barely ate, and in the process, lost 20 pounds. But slowly, she started feeling less like a zombie and more like a human again. Her appetite returned to normal and thoughts of Mark vanished from her mind.