Confessions Of A Man Hater

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Everybody was getting married. All this year. I saw Mike earlier, saw him with the girl he hooked up with an engagement ring. I saw my classmates back in highschool. My friends are at their best. Oh my god.

I've never received so much voicemail from Sam in my entire life. I wanted to call her, but I can't seem to find a good excuse to cover up. My mom called too. But I can't I can't talk to anyone like this I have to be back on my game. I worked on through the night. Emails, research, go through the columns, feedback from fans, went through some layouts, made a proposal for the decemberth issue, edited. I exhausted myself. Half way through, my cup was empty. I went to the minibar and fixed myself a coffee. As the coffee maker heats up, I turned on the TV and watched Ella enchanted on starmovies. It was playing the part when Anne Hathaway was told to sing a song from the giant. It was actually a good song, my Dad used to play it on the car. I sang along with it.-okay maybe I did more than singing, I was standing on the couch, and sang my heart out, as the song ended I went back to the kitchen and grabbed my coffee, I glanced through the balcony as I took a sip. It was a perfect night. There were so many stars. The waves from the beach was calling me, I stepped outside and leaned on the grills as I inhaled the cozy breeze and as I exhaled-

"Fuck you mother fucker!" I exclaimed. All the stress was gone.

As I turned around I saw David. "Another hobby-I assume?"

"I was-never mind." I tried to escape.

"My offer still stands you know."

"I'm fine."

"Yeah-right. Goodnight." Then he went inside. That was embarrassing. I said this as I hit my head on the wall. "You're a terrible singer by the way." He went back outside and put on a grim. I went inside and cleaned up and went to bed.

The next day, I got up by nine am, and got dressed and went off to get breakfast downstars before they take out the pancakes and coffee. The crowdwas and everybody was chatting and taking pictures, eating, utensils made a harmonious sound, the waiters were walking the buffet was great, someone played good music by the platform. Everything was okay until my phone rang. Sam-judgment day. I answered it and explained as calm and belivable as I can. Luckiy, she was buying it. She said that mom wants me to drop by at the house before lunch, we would have a family dinner later on at a carribean thing at bayside, and meet up with Sam, Francis and Gabby for the preparation of the bridal shower tomorrow night. I went back to my meal and finish it as quickly as I can so that I could do some work before my day gets busy. I went to mom's place. She was at the backyard, with Sam, fixing the flower arrangements.

"Where have you been? Sam told me you ran out during lunch yesterday?"

"You-know. Work." They invited me to join them with the arrangements, the plating, the motif and color.

"So who's going to do the catering?" I asked.

"Mrs. Stewart-the one who catered Pops, and Big Mama's 50th anniversary." Mom answered.

"Okay. So is there anything else that I could do or contribute?"

"Since you asked. Why won't you drive to Sanfo later this afternoon, to do the tasting? She's at her restaurant there but we'll be back here in LA tomorrow."

"Well-I gather that this an escape so that you could have no problem fitting into the gown?"

"Bingo. She'll be ready by seven pm."

"Okay. I better go now I guess. A lot of things to do."

"Now? What's the rush? It's a six hour drive with the traffic. Come have lunch with us, as we wait for Alex and the Gang."