The next day she received a text from each of her three suitors. Each one proclaimed their love and loyalty. Each message suggested that they respected her private time and need to be alone, but would like the honor of a special date that would place her closer to committing to one of them as an exclusive girlfriend.
She was happy that fate had given her another chance with the guys. On top of that, each message had suggested their respect and personal time to spend with or without any of them as she wished or needed.
“Thank God,” she whispered. She cleaned her loft of all of the visible but declining reminders of her three admirers. The flowers had died. She had eaten all of the chocolate and drunk all of the red wine. And she had not yet made time to use and enjoy the luxury gift cards worth thousands of dollars.
First, she decided to read Don’s message.