Part of me felt sick, like I’d made a mistake, but I was willing to recognize that that was the part of me that still believed in love. She was small, and weak, and beaten and bruised, but she was there. And that part of me was sad that I’d blown off such a sexy, funny, amazing guy. But, the larger part of me, the new me, was happy and relieved. Now that Zach and I had established a friendship, now that I knew he would no longer be pulling any tricks out of his hat to try to get another date with me, I could focus on the original plan.
