Tripping on Love
had a spiky pink Mohican and a 'great tight arse'. Stuart sounded as promising as Dan and Harold had just three weeks previous.
    I quickly dressed and glanced at myself in the full length mirror, remembering to affirm that I looked amazing and radiated wholesome beauty. The book had informed that within weeks of repeated affirmations, I would truly begin to see desired results. I wasn't entirely sure what 'wholesome beauty' would look like. Would I begin to resemble a nutritional but pretty bag of Quinoa?
    I couldn’t wait to tell Carl about my new exercise regime, even Mel had commented on how much happier I seemed since I had started it. The self help books had also influenced this new pathway, teaching that exercise created a clear mind and body. Given that Edward had been cluttering much of my thoughts, I decided that I was in need of a mind workout.
    Jogging was my chosen form, by way of exercise.  Samantha had happily asked me to join her on her morning running circuit once she'd discovered my intentions. However I quickly set her straight. Why would any sane person want to jog outside in all weather conditions be it sun, rain or wind?
    The living room was the perfect circuit for me. The added bonus being that I didn’t need to invest in trainers or sportswear, my pyjamas and tote socks worked just as effectively. Even the running machines at the gym couldn’t offer the same amount of entertainment choice as the living room television. Both music channel and soaps fought for my attention as I jogged around the room in circles.
    This morning, I had introduced weight lifting into my regime. My arm muscles had began to ache within minutes of attempting to repeatedly lift the two, extra large cans of tinned sweetcorn above my head. Despite this, I had pressed on, fighting through the agony until I had managed the obligatory ten minutes the book had suggested. It had paid off; my arms were looking ever so slightly more defined.
    Carl was waiting impatiently, already seated at the long bench table in the sushi bar where I'd agreed to meet him.  
    'Hey girlie' he stood up to kiss me on both cheeks, casting an admiring glance at my new crystal bead bracelet.
    'I love it, I want one' he said gently touching the multi faceted edges of the beads.
    The bracelet had been sold to me by the same lady that had recommended the self help book section. Each uniquely coloured crystal boasted different properties. Currently, most of my hope was pinned on the pink bead; rose quartz. Supposedly harnessing powers to bring about love and romance. I'd given it a week to work its magic, otherwise Carl would be welcome to it.
    Carl's newly bleached hair stood out against his deeply tanned skin.  I noted he'd already ordered his food as a waiter set down a bowl of edamame and a plate of salmon sashimi in front of him.
    'I like your new hair; suits you' I said before giving the waiter my usual order and helping myself to a piece of the salmon on Carl's plate.
    Carl nodded his gratitude, too busy crunching on the salted edamame. He looked up suddenly mid mouthful and his eyes widened.
    'Before I forget, as there's too much to catch up on' he winked slyly.
    Knowing Carl, he was referring to himself and all that he wished to update me with. He wasn't one for impeccable manners or feigning interest in anyone's life but his own.
    'A business associate of mine, Edward, came to my party. Apparently he's been trying to contact you?'
    The salmon lodged itself in my throat as I spluttered in surprise, completely caught off guard.
    Carl shoved forward his glass of Elderberry juice with a hasty 'Drink' instruction. I did as I was told, trying to calm both my breathing and my nerves. I finally found my voice as the consumed salmon found its way down into my stomach.  
    'He's been trying to contact me? What do you mean? What did he say?'
    I waited impatiently as Carl chewed his salmon slowly, my stomach dancing with suspense.
    Oblivious to my interest, Carl

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