Name: let's say Amanda
Age: 29
Occupation: hmm...how about 7th & 8th grade English teacher?
Amanda was feeling especially low this evening. She's been single now for 8 months, ever since finding out her boyfriend of almost 2 years (David) had a second secret MySpace profile where he searched for other women who were "fun, free, and looking to meet a spontaneous guy with the entire package for casual dating and possibly more".
After another lonely dinner of Lean Cuisine microwave lasagna, Amanda decided she needed to get out of the house for a while. She ended up in Meijer, because the book stores and mall are teeming with annoying couples on the weekend, and she couldn't stomach the idea of being in a bar or club with her friends tonight because just the thought of hearing one. more. single. cocky. loser. bastard. approaching her with "hey, so I see you're with that brunette over there; can you tell me...what's her situation?" made her ill.
As she crossed the store after picking up some catnip mice for Percy, she saw some cheap movies on the endcaps of the cash registers. She noticed Hope Floats, and had an impulse to grab it, but her peripheral vision indicated a few other shoppers nearby. She fought the impulse until there were no humans in the vicinity because, hey, Hope Floats, you know?...and then slyly tossed it into her basket.
Amanda figured if she was going to watch this thing alone, she might as well have some wine while lounging. Maybe a bottle of sauvignon blanc? That sounded nice. Yes, just what could take the edge off the anxiety over how many people are going to be asking her on Thanksgiving, "Oh, how's David? Is he still with that investment firm? I bet he just had an awful time of it lately what with the stock market and all of that business" and then "Oh, you're not seeing David anymore? Oh, well to tell you the truth, when I met him I thought he seemed a bit stand-offish. So, are you on the dating scene again, or whatever the kids are calling it these days?", which will surely continue over the entire holiday season, at every party and every family dinner until after the new year.
Yes, Amanda thought wine sounded like a good idea.
But just after grabbing her favorite bottle and plopping it into her shopping basket, she realized just how sad the whole thing seemed and almost laughed. Besides, she didn't think she could really handle watching that stupid Sandra Bullock get the cowboy even after she acts like a total bitch to him, I mean come on is that really realistic, they don't try that hard to win you over, if he was a "real" guy he would have said God, what a mess talk about baggage, and moved on the next girl that came along who wasn't complicated or emotional and JUST WANTED SOME CASUAL DATING AND POSSIBLY MORE. aaagh. puke.
...
Amanda ditched the movie and decided to get two bottles.
She and Percy are snuggled on the bed watching a DVR'd episode of Gossip Girl right now.
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