One of the women grabbed several tissues from a box on the vanity and carried them over to me. She was my height with inky black hair, dark skin, and the face and body of a runway model. “He’s not worth it.” I sniffled and blotted away the wetness on my face. “How do you know?” Her smile was understanding as she met my eyes in the mirror. “Honey, any man who would make you cry when you look that gorgeous is not good enough for you.” “Amen,” said a petite redhead as she retouched her lipstick. “Too many great guys out there to waste your time crying over one.”
And that’s on supporting random women in the girls restrooms
