Where We Met

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(12:30am) Jessy: Two more months! You girls have two more months to find your plus one! I can't wait for my Boracay trip!

Clara groaned and threw her phone on the bed.

"This girl is stressing me out!" She said to herself and grabbed the Dyson hair dryer resting on the dresser.

It's been five months now.

Maybe it is time to get herself out there. Get back into the dating game.

I'm fine though. I really don't mind being single at all.

She always told herself that.

But was she really fine? Was she fine with eating alone? Watching a movie alone? Shopping alone? Not that Jack ever accompanied her to shopping anyway.

She did try to spice up her life. Hitting the gym, doing yoga, attending cooking, baking and painting class during the weekends. Keeping herself occupied.

She had been doing that for the past five months and life slowly became a routine to her.

She did not have many friends. Zaphire, Maya and Jessy were her only genuine friends and that was enough. But they had all been too busy with their work and life, just like her, they only met up for dinner once or twice a week. She was not close with her subordinates.

Work is work.

After drying her hair, she plopped down on her bed and grabbed her phone again. The Textin app caught her attention. It had laid on the first page of her Home Screen for some time now.

Should I?

She shook her head.

I'm done getting hurt. This whole love thing won't work out for me.

Sometimes she felt like she was waiting for something that was not going to happen, getting her hopes up for nothing.

"It wouldn't hurt to be friends though, right?" She suddenly said out loud to herself.

"But friends may lead to something else. And you'll still end up hurting," she told herself that.

"So what? I'm just supposed to stay single forever while Jack gets to play little family outside?"

"But I'm perfectly fine without a man. I can do everything alone. Why would I want to jump back into the deadly hole again?"

She suddenly felt like a crazy woman, talking to herself. She contemplated the app in her Home Screen and finally decided to give it a try, convincing herself that she did not want to pay for their Boracay trip.

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"And so I told her I would never date her. Of course I wouldn't. She was so lame... and fat too. I mean I wouldn't mind if she had some curves here and there. But hers was just fats,"

Clara stifled her irritation and forced a tight smile to the handsome, dark-haired man who was sitting across the table as he grimaced in disgust.

Handsome but an asshole.

"You know I actually asked you out on a date because I thought you were kind of pretty and totally my type too,"

Kind of pretty?

Clara clenched her fists under the table and tried to calm herself down. It was a Friday night and she did not want humiliate this man in public.

Regret burned her. She had sit here for 30 minutes and listened to this man that she came across on Textin ranting on every girl he went out with, like they were below him.