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¡°Never,¡± I replied. ¡°The last thing I want to do is meet another man.¡±
¡°Oh, come on,¡± Ellen said. ¡°You¡¯ve never been single. Enjoy it! You¡¯re free to do
anything in the entire world.¡±
¡°Or anyone in the world,¡± Lizzie offered.
¡°It¡¯s so hard meeting anyone I connect with, though.¡±
¡°What did you and Travis even connect over?¡± Lizzie asked.
¡°We had very similar morals and values,¡± I said before scowling. ¡°Well, we used to.¡±
Lizzie continued. ¡°Basically, all you connected over was that you both probably wanted
to get married, buy a house, and have a family, right?¡±
¡°There was more than that.¡±
¡°Like what?¡±
¡°Just¡ everything. I don¡¯t know.¡± I sighed with sadness and Lizzie withdrew, giving
me and sympathetic look. ¡°I was just so comfortable with him, you know?¡±
¡°I know, Sammy,¡± Lizzie said. ¡°I¡¯m sorry.¡±
¡°I do agree with Lizzie,¡± Ellen said. ¡°No one as stunning as you should waste their time
being heartbroken over a man like Travis. You just need one hot enough to make you
forget all about that geek. Until then, how about girl¡¯s night at my house? Jackson has a
sleepover tonight. I¡¯ll make margaritas!¡±
I smiled and we agreed to margaritas that evening. Once they left, I was alone to
imagine how it would feel to date again. The thought made me ill, sleeping with someone
new. I felt like my libido had completely dwindled and frozen up¡ªnever to be awoken by
another man again.
All I knew was that my life was going to be very sad and dull for a long time.
Chapter Three
Wrench
The sound of clanging from the metal bell acted as a doorbell, waking me up the next
morning, along with the smell of a fresh pile of vomit Buddy left on the floor around four
AM. Tank hung up the bell after I slept in for a rally when I was in the peak of my dipshit
phase about five years back, and did he ever make use of it.
¡°Wrench! Wrench!¡± I heard him yell from below me and I clamped my eyes shut,
