That Bitch..

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I felt like he did broke my heart. He had no shame to sleep with me, to tell me all those sweet things..Why did he buy me a ticket to come to see him? Just to have sex with me? I'm pretty sure there is enough women around him, whose would go with him to the beach or to the bed.. Way too young? Really? I was not too young to have fun with, huh?

I was going on and on in my head about what did happened or what did he say to me. I was seeing the him and his ex girlfriend, who he came to pick me up with..Her face and her snotty altitude..

I did not sleep all night and by the five in the morning I was sitting at the kitchen table with the cup of coffee. It was a time when Roxanna came home..

I told her everything. She brought me a Kleenex and gave me a hug..

"Asshole." She said. "You know men are like that..I've been there, done that.."

"Why can't he be in love with me?" I asked while blowing my nose.

Roxanna was thinking for a little bit about what to say to me.

"You know what Rox?" I was faster. "I'm tired about being nice and good girl..everybody around me are just walking over me..You know.."

"You are good person Michaela. You are young.."

"Young..well and what? Do I have to be some mid 30's desperate divorce women to be taken seriously? You know..It's like Peter..five years I was putting up with his bullshit and than?, I don't even worth the Sorry in his eyes.."

Roxanna was quiet..there was really nothing what she could say..

"You know Rox..my friend Camille was loser at one point of her life., but then she learned and she used men to get where is she now..she is rich, she is successful and she can buy everybody..I want that Roxanna."

"It seems like she is a gold digger or whore.."

"Yeah, but that is the last thing, which she is thinking about while she is taking her vacation at Bora Bora right now..or when is she shopping for new car.. i was for five years opening my legs and I did not earn even thank you or sorry..I had enough.."

I don't think that Roxanna knew what was I talking about. I took a shower and when I got to my work I refused to talk to Jaro about what happened. I asked him for the phone number of his friend Robert - who is a hair dresser and I made a appointment..

I changed my hair, I changed my closet and mostly I changed my altitude. I was feeling good as I was walking back home from my work on the Friday evening. My cell started to ring - Max! That was the first name which came to my mind..I was looking for my cell like crazy, I could not find it in my purse..

Oh, It was the number of the guy from that Indian bistro - who I left for Max.. I was disappointed..so I send him to the voice mail..After few steps I realized that it is something what the old Michaela would do, not something what the new Michaela wants..

So I did what I never did before...I called him back..

We talked just for a few minutes and we made a plans for tomorrow..