CHAPTER 14
Today’s ‘to-do’ list included 1) Stop Fancying Unavailable Men and 2) Throw Yourself into Your New Job.
If only Jack hadn’t sent me a text the morning after our night out. “Enjoyed sharing my twelve-inch with you. Gotta love a greedy girl. Have a nice weekend.” He’d added emojis after the greedy girl bit in case I took offence, and I decided not to. I wished he hadn’t put the ‘love’ in there. The logical bit of me tells me that taken in context, the word means nothing. The illogical bit, and often I wonder if I’m far less governed by common sense than most, screams he loves me, loves me!
Kirsty phoned on Sunday and asked if I’d spoken with Jack. She sounded tearful, and the sound of her choking back tears as she reiterated how dreadful the split with Jack had been guilt-tripp
