My time limit passed minutes ago, so I snap myself out of my slump and get to work until I meet Kyla for lunch. Before I know it I hear a knock on the door.

“Come in,” I call out. I watch the door open and I see Kyla shyly poke her head in. I smile and motion for her to come in.

“Ashley, I feel horrible,” she says looking at the floor. I have a feeling I’m going to have to have Carmen get me take-out today. “I can’t make lunch. But I have a good reason I promise.”

“Give it to me,” I say, with a wave of my hand trying to hid my annoyance.

“Okay, “ she gushes, swooping forward and taking a seat across from my desk and grabbing my hands. “You know that job interview that I had the other day? I GOT IT! Not only did I get it I’m practically a manager! I mean I work with this other girl, whom i’ve heard is amazing, so thats okay to share the title!”

I can’t help but smile because she’s been looking for a reason to quit her job because her boss is a fat pervert who seems to have picked Kyla has his favorite.

“That’s great hun, but I still wish we could go to lunch I kind of need to talk” I say starting to feel bad for myself again. Why is this happening to much lately? I shake my head tossing those thoughts out. “How about we go to that new bar thats opening tonight? Then we can talk?”

“Oh good idea, okay how about we meet there at like nine?” She asks standing up. I nod my head and she kisses me on the cheek and practically skips out. Now why can’t I have that zest for life? I guess I’m just not like that.

I meet Kyla in front of the bar at nine. It’s packed with lots of people. Lots of women. Lots of available women. Most people assume that I’m the kind of woman who picks up a lot of women all the time. But truth be, I haven’t slept with anyone in three years. THREE YEARS! I’m going crazy but I am happier then when I was taking women home night after night trying to fill a void. I mean I am happier right?