Page 109 of One Week Hating You
For instance, I’ve stopped shaving my legs. It’s cool out and I can just wear pants. No one cares. I want to see how long it takes my legs to get really stubbly.
I’m not tidying up the place either. For the past seven years, I’ve had to put up with Peter’s anal retentive ways. The smallest amount of clutter would drive him over the edge. I’m relishing my mess right now.
Dieting. Fuck it! I can enjoy food again, now that my health-nut of an ex is out of the picture.
Cooking. Hello, microwave meals and pre-washed salad kits!
My hair. Time to embrace my natural curls.
Suddenly, I have a lot more time on my hands. I resolve to read more and watch romantic comedies, and maybe learn French and write a children’s book. Life could be worse.
I settle in bed, ready to watch tonight’s movie. My phone pings. I have two messages on Messenger. Curious as I am, I’m quick to tap on the icon. It’s Corrie.
Hey girl! What’s up?
My breath catches. Just below her message, there’s one from Blake.
Blake Taylor has sent me a message.
Blake Taylor wants to connect with you, the message reads. I didn’t even realize he was on social media. I forget all about Corrie, and click on the message.
Hello Freckles, It’s me. I hope you are doing well back home. Can you believe I’m on Facebook? Me?! Mandy finally convinced me. How crazy is that? I’ve sent you a friend request. Hopefully, we can be friends. :)
I accept the message, and quickly checkmy Facebook, and sure enough, there’s a friend request from him. I confirm the friendship right away. There are only two pictures on his page. One is a nice photo of him fishing, and the other is a sunset over the lake. He has eleven friends. And there are a few hello messages on his timeline, which he hasn’t responded to.
Can we be friends? I ask myself. Is this a bad idea? I don’t ponder it too long before responding.
I’m great. It’s so nice to see you on Facebook. We can keep in touch now. I’m back home and looking for a job. I had an interview two days ago, and I think it went well but they haven’t called me back yet. How are you?
I put on the movie but I’m only half watching, one eye glued to my phone, impatiently waiting for a message from Blake. Following about forty-five minutes of this pathetic nonsense, I shake my head and talk some sense into myself. I grab my phone, mute it and stick it in my purse by the front door. Enough of these pathetic shenanigans.
I enjoy my movie and junk food. I fall asleep while watching a second movie, and when I wake in the morning, I feel rested and happy. It shames me to admit it but the first thing I do is run to my phone. A woman only has so much self-restraint.
Hey Freckles. Good luck with the job. I really hope you get it. It’s just another day here for me. Running around as usual. Remember John Trainor? From high school? I ran into him yesterday, and he was trying to sell me a puppy. He breeds dogs. But you know me, always so busy, no time for a dog. Too high maintenance. Although I’m thinking maybe a cat? What do you think?
I smile so wide, I’m surprised my face doesn’t break in two. I tap away feverishly. Full bladder and empty stomach be damned.
No way!!! I was just thinking about getting a cat too!!!
I’m enjoying peanut butter on toast and a glass of milk when he replies.
Let’s cat shop together!!!
I laugh out loud. Blake always makes me laugh.
LMFO!!! How would that work exactly? I’m here, and you’re there.
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What does LMFO mean?
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Oh my god! He is so adorable. He doesn’t even know what LMFO means. It’s like he’s been living in the ice age.
LMFO means laughing my face off, silly. You’re funny. So how do we cat shop together?
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