A State of Jane
by Meredith Schorr
Jane Frank is ready to fall in love. It’s been a year since her first and only relationship ended and far too long since the last time she was kissed. With the LSAT coming up, she needs to find a boyfriend (or husband) before acing law school and becoming a partner at her father’s firm. There’s just one problem: all the guys in New York City are flakes. Interested one day and gone the next, they seemingly drop off the face of the earth with no warning and no explanation.
In her misguided belief that life doesn’t really start until you get married and have kids, Jane jumps from one extreme to the next trying to force a happily ever after until she breaks. Will she ever find her path, and can she do it without alienating her friends and family and risking her career in the process?
“I’m seeing someone, Jane.”
I sat down on the edge of my bed and took a deep breath. Bob was dating someone? I’d estimated his recovery time at least six months longer than mine, since he was on the receiving end of the breakup. “That’s great, Bob. I’ve started dating again too.” Technically. And I was sure whatever he had going on was casual.
Clearing his throat, Bob said, “Actually, it got serious kind of fast.”
I lay back on the bed, held the phone away from my ear for a moment, and swallowed hard. I brought the phone back to my ear. “Oh? Has she met Arlene yet?” Bob was the ultimate mama’s boy. Arlene had to be on board with any girl before he got serious.
“Yeah. Mom loves her.”
“Really? I mean cool. Congratulations, Bob.”
“Okay?” Did she and Mr. Krauss bond on a fishing trip or something?
“We’re moving in together. She has a one-bedroom in the West Village, so I’m giving up my studio when the lease expires in a couple of months.”
Words continued to escape Bob’s lips, but I stopped listening. I couldn’t believe he was moving on faster than me. If I’d waited only six months instead of a year, this wouldn’t have happened. “Great, Bob. I’m happy for you. Can’t wait to meet her.”
“We’re having a party after I move in. You’ll meet Trish then. You’ll like her.”
Trish? I went to high school with a girl named Trish. Hated her.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
A born-and-bred New Yorker, Meredith Schorr discovered her passion for writing when she began to enjoy drafting work-related emails way more than she was probably supposed to. After trying her hand penning children’s stories and blogging her personal experiences, Meredith found her calling writing chick lit and humorous women’s fiction. She secures much inspiration from her day job as a hardworking trademark paralegal and her still-single (but looking) status. Meredith is a loyal New York Yankees fan, an avid runner, and an unashamed television addict. To learn more, visit her at www.meredithschorr.com.
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