My laptop bings, an e-mail coming in; it's from Paul. “Hi Babe. Sorry, can't make it tonight."
Damn!
“That's ok, Paul. Another night later this week?"
“Sorry, Babe. I've met someone. It's serious. I'll not be hanging out with you again. Hope we're still friends?"
Oh Hell. I'll miss him. Still, what can you do?
“Of course we're still friends. Hope it works out. You know where to find me if it doesn't."
“Thanks, Babe. I'll remember that xx"
There goes my evening. I'm all dressed up and nowhere to go.
Perhaps I should go to the Club? I'm by myself, and as a single woman there, there's nothing surer than that I'll get laid...
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The Club is busy tonight, a crowd milling around me. I scan the room, seeing some familiar faces amid the throng. Now, who...
A hand nudges my elbow. “Hi
