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She
answered on the third ring, sounding exhausted. “Hey, Aubrey . . . yaawwwn”.
    “Gee, did someone stay up a little too late last night?” I
couldn’t help but laugh.
    “Yeah, I did . . . yaawwwn . . . but it was so worth it. Brett’s amazing
and really nice. I’m going to go see him at the club tonight. Want to come with
me?”
    Did I want to go with her? I thought I should stay away from Alex
for a little bit to see if he had any romantic gestures coming my way, but I
did want to see him. “I don’t know, Julie. Won’t it make me look too, I don’t
know, eager?”
    “No, it won’t, but it’s your decision. Text me later and let me
know if you’re going to stay home alone or come hang with your best friend.”
    “You know that I would rather hang out with you. I’m just really
stressed about finding a job. I talked to my mom, and you know how she can get.
I need to stand on my own. I’m thinking of calling an employment agency if all
else fails.”
    “You just started looking. Give it some time. You already have
yourself failing. Think positively and positive things will happen.” Julie was
always so optimistic. A glass-half-full kind of girl, me on the other hand, not
so much.
    “Yeah, from your lips to God’s ears . . . I’ll let you know about
tonight. If I don’t go, have fun, and, Julie, you better go drink some coffee
and wake up!” I laughed and hung up the phone.
    I decided to curl up on the couch with one of my books. I would
read some of them over and over again trying to figure out what it was that the
author wrote that grabbed me so much. I didn’t know if I’d be able to do this
or not. UGH! I went to my journal to start making some notes. I sat cross-legged
on my bed, propped myself up against my headboard, and started writing things I
didn’t want to forget.
    Questions . . .
    What is romance?
    Flowers? Affection? Texts? Calls?
    When is it enough? Do we always want more?
    If a guy seems too good to be true, is he?
    Is Alex that guy, too good to be true?
    Does he really like me or is he playing me?
    He chose me. Why?
    I don’t think I’m being played, but how can I be sure?
    I am sure of one thing. I’m falling for him.
    I closed my journal and put it in my side table drawer. I flopped
back on my bed, definitely not feeling like going to the club tonight. Still I couldn’t
stop wondering if Alex’s women were there. Should I go and not let him know? That
would be very telling, but that wasn’t me and that wouldn’t be honest. I stared
at my ceiling and rummaged through my brain, looking for guidance or a sign; it
didn’t happen.
    I dragged myself off my bed and into the bathroom. I needed to
get into the shower and let the hot water pour over me. I tilted my head back
and let the water beat on my scalp; it had to be one of my favorite things. I
washed my hair, shaved, and rubbed my body wash all over; even though I wasn’t
going anywhere, it just made me feel better. The bathroom was all steamy after I
turned the water off. I threw on my soft, white, terry-cloth robe and wrapped
my hair in a towel. I started applying my face cream when I heard my phone
ring. Alex? I hoped so. I ran for my phone and hoped I wouldn’t go flying on
the wet tile. It was Julie.
    “Hey, didn’t I just talk to you?” I smiled.
    “Yes, and guess what?”
    “You woke up?”
    “Ha-ha, very funny. No, God’s ears must have been open because Brian
just told me that Jack, our copywriter and sometimes editor, is leaving the
company and we need to replace him. He wanted me to look at the posting before
he submitted it to Human Resources, and I told him that we didn’t need to post
it in the paper or online because you would be perfect for the job. If you’re
interested, he’d like you to come into the office tomorrow afternoon at four
o’clock for an interview.”
    “No way, that is awesome! Thank you so much, Julie! I’m
definitely interested, and I will be there tomorrow. I can’t tell