This whole series of events started with your usual breakup: gallons of ice cream, a swimming pool of alcohol, and enough tears to flood a small town. Ronnie was a great guy, but you couldn’t pay him to be committed to one woman. I caught him whoring around with several women after I discovered him taking a dick pic in the bathroom (he wasn’t the brightest guy), and I responded by throwing most of his clothes onto the muddy yard. I don’t know why I sulked so much over a piece of shit like him, but it still hurt and cut deep for a long time. I suppose it’s just the feeling of not being good enough and not being wanted by a man I thought loved me.
My friends tried to help by dragging me to a club one night, getting me drunk, and flirting with more men than I had. I went home, feeling on cloud nine and still a little drunk. I felt great, which was part of the alcohol and the relief of being over Ronnie. Things were looking up for the first time in a long time. It was only a few days later that I was introduced to Shane.
Shane was a co-worker of mine. We had known each other’s names, but never really knew each other beyond that. I know I know… never dip your pen in the company ink. It was so difficult to resist him. He had those big blue eyes and that clean, well-kept way he dressed. It was as if he were created just for me.
My friend Erica informed me one day on our lunch break that Shane had been single. She kept pressuring me and nudging me to say something to him and that I ‘might like it.’