Our Seven Days

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with a swipe of a screen, would end with swiping tears off my cheeks. Hopeful in searching for

ne, awakening me from my slumber to let me know it was time to start my day. I rolled over and sa

rs before this didn't hurt this much, probably because I never cared for them as I did for him. He was the first person I had given my heart

the split put me in. I was surviving on nothing but bottles of wine and r

months before its end. Also not letting me know there were issues that could have been resolved; a simple conversation would have kept this love going. As she sent me screenshots of his profile, my mind was beginning to fill

ght to myself. I unlocked my phone and proceeded to the app. Who had appeared was someone I swiped right on the night before. Adrian: 6'4, with dark brown hair a

I felt flushed and nervous, as if I were meeting him for the first time in the middle of my bedroom. 
"Good morning beautiful" the message read. 
"Good morning to you too, handsome :)" Oh my god, I thought, I can't believe he messaged me this early.
"What is a girl like you doing on this app?" He asked. "The same reason a guy like you is on here :P" I playfully replied. 
"Well, I am glad we matched. Here, this is my phone number. We can text more ;)"
 Whoa! I can't believe it's been 5 minutes and I already have his number. "Thank you!"

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I pull up to work at the same time my work buddy Daren did. We were pulled from different teams at the office to work on a project. I would tell him all about my dates with guys from the apps and he would give me the male perspective I needed. He helped me a lot, actually he saved me from a lot of mistakes. As soon as we sat next to each other in our makeshift office in the boardroom, I pulled out my phone and showed him the messages.
"This is a good sign, right? I didn't need to ask for his number!"
"Well, yeah that's actually pretty amazing" he said, "you girls have it so easy, I swear".
"Yeah yeah," I waved him off, yanking his attention back to my situation. "So, do I wait to message him? Is this still a rule or can I just do my own thing?" Daren was 5 years younger than me, and although there was that age difference, he was mature for his age. "I think you should message him. I don't get this whole waiting thing. If you like someone, let them know." I knew I could trust him. "You're right. What do I have to lose anyway?". I spent the morning thinking of the perfect message to send him, trying not to come off as desperate but also not wanting to seem cold. I figured I would just send a friendly check-in. 
"Hey, how is your day going?". Perfect, I thought. It shows I care without seeming like I am prying.

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"That's great! I am just working away like a busy little bee." 
And you wonder why you're still single, my subconscious snarked at me.

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"Wow, that's great! I am a Business Account Manager." 
"Ooh fancy. So, you dress in sexy business suits all the time ;)" I flirted. But it was also a truth, he looked damn good in a suit.

else but at this moment none of that mattered. He was dressed in a grey suit, with a white shirt and a dark blue tie. His h

that one. You pull off su

sday. It's helped me get out of the funk of sorrow, plus the restaurant turns into an ultra cool lounge after 8pm and the hottest guys flock there. I turn into the driveway at home and rush through the door. It

as alright, the same as every other day" I replied