Lindsey
So far, the week had been playing itself out nicely. I’d felt more grounded and less confused about my feelings. Nicole had been a big part of that. She didn't focus much on guys; she was happy living her life. And if one came along and swept her off her feet, then cool. She wasn't going to go chasing after them like a dog chasing cars. I'm pretty sure that had been the analogy she'd given on the subject.
We sat at the end of the trail. We were having a picnic lunch and, so far, most of the women seemed to be having breakthroughs. There was one who still remained locked in her mind, focusing on something from the past, I surmised. I knew that look that she gave out all too well. She sat under a large tree and was still in the group, but far enough away to not really be “in” the g
