Confessions Of A Man Hater

7

Sunday morning rain is falling--Oh yes, Maroon 5's song was all over New york.

Jamie came in the morning with Troy bringing me pancakes and groceries for our barbeque later. As we work ourselves through the kitchen, they were having lovers quarrel, arguing how Jamie cuts the carots too thinly, and how troy, cooks with spills. It was cute. They were cute. Troy would talk about how his boss keeps on being a jerk at the site. While Jamie complains on how slow their wedding planner is. And somehow, I always ended up being in the middle.

Troy turned the TV on and it was on Today show, Katleen and her bangs charmed the guest cook they have doing superbowl favorites. As they talked about the Giants.

"I think I'll be losing big bucks this year. Maxwell is in not good shape." Troy

"Maybe you should stop gambling money and build a home for us." Jamie added.

"They say it was that retirement cut, but many thought it was because the warriors are offering him a spot. But tabloids say its because of a girl. Shame, shame, shame." Troy said as jamie's eyes sparkled on me.

"Could it be?" She whispered.

"He's the ultimate chick-boy. He makes women fall for him, not the other way around."

"Thank you judgmental princess-" Jamie announced.

After what happened I doubt that it was about me. Or if it was-nah. David would make a big deal but not about me. It was his family that meant a lot to him.

The Maxwells had the least of my attention, my friends were here, asking me opinions about their wedding details. But a referee would be a suitable description right now. They never agree on anything, Troy, want it simple, Jamie want it simply fabulous. Troy wants this and Jamie wants that. I'm in the middle, compromising.

"I love you guys. You are my friends. But could you guys please call your planner-" I couldn't take it any longer.

"Look what you did." Jamie was on fire. I turned on the TV and saw that there was a breaking news about a break in in one of the building in 22nd avenue.

"Me?- You're the one who-" not payin attention the lovers, the reporter said that it was my office!

"Hey-You guys-my office is in the news-" I cut them off turning the volume up.

"We are here Live outside the Summit Building in 22nd avenue home of the Summit publishing Corporation and number one womens magazine fierce. Around 8 am in the morning alarms rigned through the building as a window on the sixteenth floor was smashed and used as the entrance for the robers. Police reports say that it was the Office of the EIC of fierce magazine that had been break in-" My Blackberry rang it was Joe my publisher.

Are you watching the news?

Yeah-was anything taken? Who are the susupects?

Nothing was taken, as for the suspects, the police will discuss it with me there, I'm on my way, you should too.

Okay bye.

I hung up and watched the news.

"So-what could be the possible reason of the break in?" The reporter asked the policed "Well there's no final statements, as off now, we have no idea, it could be competitors, but were sure that it wasn't a robbery, computers, printers are all there. We'll have to talk to Ms. Copenhagen if there were any personal things missing." And the reporter faced the camera and I went off to get my Jacket.

Who could it be. I have no idea, we don't have hate mails, or personally me. They could've taken the computers, but it was not harmed. I try to recall any important files, but none, except, if it was one of our readers who wrote a letter and wanted the letter back. No. that's just too desparate. What could it be. My mind was in deep thinking.