MY SECRET OFFICE CRUSH
"My life is like a romantic comedy, except there's no romance and it's just me laughing at my own jokes," Martha said as Gertie poured her another glass of wine.
The girls chuckled.
"It can't be that bad," Gertie replied, eager to encourage her unlucky-with-love friend. "Mr. Right will come around, you'll see."
Lately even the ever optimistic Gertie had trouble believing in her own words. It's not that Martha had hit a dry spell, she had been in a f*****g barren desert. It had been at least three years now. Three years of meet cutes, awkward dates, failed kisses, forever goodbyes.
Sure there had been more than a few one-night-stands, but nothing that really meant anything.
"Isn't there anyone from the office?" Gertie asked, brainstorming boys with her loveless
