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Karlie had a long day at work and even though there were still 2 more hours left before she could leave, she really wasn’t looking forward to it even though it was Friday evening. If it was any other Friday, she’d be excited to leave work with her friends as they always went out after work for happy hours. Apparently all of her friends had plans that evening and it was a last minute thing. It came to her knowledge during their lunch hour.
She had few envelopes in her hands as she stepped out of her office to drop it off in the delivery room. She wanted to get it out of the way so it could be on transit without delay, given the last deliver leaves the office building at 5 pm. She even texted few of her college friends, who were obviously married, to see if they wanted to go out tonight and if they would say yes, it would be awesome.
Thinking about how it wasn’t just Friday but the whole weekend. It was hard to stay home and NOT do anything when you whole week was busy. The slow pace and she…never went together. She liked to keep up busy with work and having to do something to pass the time. Apparently, she didn’t have a boyfriend and she didn’t need one. She was glad that she didn’t have the baggage like some of her friends did. She couldn’t be happier.
Last few relationships, she hated them and the fact that at some point, she had to pretend to be happy when she only felt like a trapped little bird. Major reason why it didn’t work out was because she found the sex life very lame. She felt as if she was in her late 20s, which shew as, while the guys couldn’t love her like a real man would. She totally gave up on having a decent relationship and just last weekend, she and her friends were talking about how she needs a fuck buddy. Sure, like that was going to happen?
She stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for basement. That’s where the delivery room was located for the whole building. She a nice little white top, tucked into her khaki skirt that came to her mid thighs level. One thing for sure, she liked to keep herself up to date with latest fashion trends. She also had a black knee high boots that completed her casual work outfit. She had her phone beeping back and forth as she was texting with her friends from college, inquiring about what their decision was when the elevator door opened and a guy entered. She had seen him around the place so she smiled and said hi. Just then, she got a text from her friends, telling her it’s a no and that they can’t make it. She could see the number in electric panel descending from 24 to zero. She wondered if she should ask he wanted to join her for an evening out for happy hours. After much debate, she realized she didn’t have time. She was 99.9 % sure that he would say no but she asked him anyways, “Hey…so I was wondering….to go out for few drink. Well I am. Just thinking if you want to join me at the bar for happy hours?” There she asked him she told herself as she leaned to the side, looking at him, waiting for a no.
Karlie had a long day at work and even though there were still 2 more hours left before she could leave, she really wasn’t looking forward to it even though it was Friday evening. If it was any other Friday, she’d be excited to leave work with her friends as they always went out after work for happy hours. Apparently all of her friends had plans that evening and it was a last minute thing. It came to her knowledge during their lunch hour.
She had few envelopes in her hands as she stepped out of her office to drop it off in the delivery room. She wanted to get it out of the way so it could be on transit without delay, given the last deliver leaves the office building at 5 pm. She even texted few of her college friends, who were obviously married, to see if they wanted to go out tonight and if they would say yes, it would be awesome.
Thinking about how it wasn’t just Friday but the whole weekend. It was hard to stay home and NOT do anything when you whole week was busy. The slow pace and she…never went together. She liked to keep up busy with work and having to do something to pass the time. Apparently, she didn’t have a boyfriend and she didn’t need one. She was glad that she didn’t have the baggage like some of her friends did. She couldn’t be happier.
Last few relationships, she hated them and the fact that at some point, she had to pretend to be happy when she only felt like a trapped little bird. Major reason why it didn’t work out was because she found the sex life very lame. She felt as if she was in her late 20s, which shew as, while the guys couldn’t love her like a real man would. She totally gave up on having a decent relationship and just last weekend, she and her friends were talking about how she needs a fuck buddy. Sure, like that was going to happen?
She stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for basement. That’s where the delivery room was located for the whole building. She a nice little white top, tucked into her khaki skirt that came to her mid thighs level. One thing for sure, she liked to keep herself up to date with latest fashion trends. She also had a black knee high boots that completed her casual work outfit. She had her phone beeping back and forth as she was texting with her friends from college, inquiring about what their decision was when the elevator door opened and a guy entered. She had seen him around the place so she smiled and said hi. Just then, she got a text from her friends, telling her it’s a no and that they can’t make it. She could see the number in electric panel descending from 24 to zero. She wondered if she should ask he wanted to join her for an evening out for happy hours. After much debate, she realized she didn’t have time. She was 99.9 % sure that he would say no but she asked him anyways, “Hey…so I was wondering….to go out for few drink. Well I am. Just thinking if you want to join me at the bar for happy hours?” There she asked him she told herself as she leaned to the side, looking at him, waiting for a no.