Mark knew Linda six months – dreamed of dating her, romancing her, marrying her – before he finally went to make that call. Hey, why don’t we go for a drink? No stumbling, no self-deprecation. Time to be firm. His heart raced as her phone rang out. And rang. And rang…
She never answered.
Linda was too busy with the boiler repair guy. The one she’d met an hour before, who scarcely knew her name. Loving every second.
Hey Mark, life ain’t no rom-com. Just ask the horny bastard who’s fucking the shit out of your dreamgirl.
