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making messes that she would clean up after her previous job as a secretary.
Then, there was Dillon. She really thought he was “the one”. He was dapper and British. His accent sent her heart spiraling. The romance was great at first until Dillon decided that online porn and sneaking to strip clubs was in his list of interests. Amy quickly decided that she wasn't willing to settle for that.
But, now she was left wondering why she attracted such losers. She had decided to spend a full year not dating and getting to know herself. She wanted to build her business and get in touch with what she wanted in a man without the distraction of actually dating one. She was 5 months into her plan, and so far so good. She was lonely a lot of the time, and her little pink vibrator had become a close, personal friend. She longed for the touch of a good man who would adore her, but she was starting to believe he didn't exist.
Some people just never find the right one , she told herself as she drove into her apartment complex.
Amy walked up the stairs to her two bedroom apartment, opened the door and slapped her keys onto the kitchen bar. She got a two bedroom apartment because she originally planned to have her friend, Tina, move in but Tina ended up getting transferred to Oregon with her job. This didn't do anything for Amy's loneliness.
The apartment was often a place of refuge after a long day, but also a place of silence that deafened her ears when she was feeling blue.
Amy slipped out of her blue pant suit and walked to her bedroom wearing her camisole and panties. The hot Georgia sun had transformed her into a sweaty mess, so she opted not to wear her typical pantsuit to her afternoon appointment. After all, it was going to be on land which meant that she needed to walk around outside. Looking like a sweaty mess would certainly not help her get the listing.
Instead, she slipped on a short red sundress and her brown leather cowboy boots. She swept her long, blond hair into a ponytail and touched up her makeup. Grabbing her matching purse and her briefcase, Amy spritzed on some jasmine scented body spray and headed for the door.
The afternoon sun was particularly sweltering that day, so Amy opted to drive with the top up and the air conditioning on. Her convertible was a splurge purchase after she got her first really big commission check. It was red and sassy, just like her. She blasted Adele on the radio trying to sing along, but realizing that she was completely tone deaf.
Amy didn't care. She was comfortable with herself these days. Being alone does that to a person. Still, she wished that she could meet a nice man and settle down. Her mother certainly wanted her to settle down with someone and give her some grandkids soon.
After her father passed away three years ago, Amy's mom seemed to rely on her even more. Linda, Amy's mom, had had a career as a marketing and sales manager for years, but she quit after her husband died. She spent a year in a dark, depressed place but seemed to be better now. Amy wanted to give her grandchildren, but she knew that she had to find the right man first.
“Amy, find a man with money. That way you can always be sure you are taken care of,” her mom suggested to her a few weeks ago during a phone call.
“Mom, I am not looking for money. I make my own money,” Amy said rolling her eyes on the other end of the phone.
“Hon, you're going to want to stay home with my grand babies one day. Find a man who makes money. You'll thank me later,” she said.
“I'm looking for love. Commitment. Not the size of his bank account, Mother,” Amy sighed putting her head in her hand out of frustration as she held the phone out from her ear.
She knew why her mother was saying this. Amy's dad was a wonderful person, but his work habits left a lot to be desired in Linda's eyes. He was also very entrepreneurial, starting new business after
Then, there was Dillon. She really thought he was “the one”. He was dapper and British. His accent sent her heart spiraling. The romance was great at first until Dillon decided that online porn and sneaking to strip clubs was in his list of interests. Amy quickly decided that she wasn't willing to settle for that.
But, now she was left wondering why she attracted such losers. She had decided to spend a full year not dating and getting to know herself. She wanted to build her business and get in touch with what she wanted in a man without the distraction of actually dating one. She was 5 months into her plan, and so far so good. She was lonely a lot of the time, and her little pink vibrator had become a close, personal friend. She longed for the touch of a good man who would adore her, but she was starting to believe he didn't exist.
Some people just never find the right one , she told herself as she drove into her apartment complex.
Amy walked up the stairs to her two bedroom apartment, opened the door and slapped her keys onto the kitchen bar. She got a two bedroom apartment because she originally planned to have her friend, Tina, move in but Tina ended up getting transferred to Oregon with her job. This didn't do anything for Amy's loneliness.
The apartment was often a place of refuge after a long day, but also a place of silence that deafened her ears when she was feeling blue.
Amy slipped out of her blue pant suit and walked to her bedroom wearing her camisole and panties. The hot Georgia sun had transformed her into a sweaty mess, so she opted not to wear her typical pantsuit to her afternoon appointment. After all, it was going to be on land which meant that she needed to walk around outside. Looking like a sweaty mess would certainly not help her get the listing.
Instead, she slipped on a short red sundress and her brown leather cowboy boots. She swept her long, blond hair into a ponytail and touched up her makeup. Grabbing her matching purse and her briefcase, Amy spritzed on some jasmine scented body spray and headed for the door.
The afternoon sun was particularly sweltering that day, so Amy opted to drive with the top up and the air conditioning on. Her convertible was a splurge purchase after she got her first really big commission check. It was red and sassy, just like her. She blasted Adele on the radio trying to sing along, but realizing that she was completely tone deaf.
Amy didn't care. She was comfortable with herself these days. Being alone does that to a person. Still, she wished that she could meet a nice man and settle down. Her mother certainly wanted her to settle down with someone and give her some grandkids soon.
After her father passed away three years ago, Amy's mom seemed to rely on her even more. Linda, Amy's mom, had had a career as a marketing and sales manager for years, but she quit after her husband died. She spent a year in a dark, depressed place but seemed to be better now. Amy wanted to give her grandchildren, but she knew that she had to find the right man first.
“Amy, find a man with money. That way you can always be sure you are taken care of,” her mom suggested to her a few weeks ago during a phone call.
“Mom, I am not looking for money. I make my own money,” Amy said rolling her eyes on the other end of the phone.
“Hon, you're going to want to stay home with my grand babies one day. Find a man who makes money. You'll thank me later,” she said.
“I'm looking for love. Commitment. Not the size of his bank account, Mother,” Amy sighed putting her head in her hand out of frustration as she held the phone out from her ear.
She knew why her mother was saying this. Amy's dad was a wonderful person, but his work habits left a lot to be desired in Linda's eyes. He was also very entrepreneurial, starting new business after
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