Chapter Two Savannah
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Savannah
Savannah took a sip from the glass of wine in front of her, wishing she were anywhere but here.
Her friend Jessica had dragged her out for a celebratory birthday drink, insisting that it was criminal to spend her thirtieth birthday alone in her apartment.
But all she wanted to do was pack and prepare herself for the writers’ conference she was leaving for in the morning.
So she agreed to a quick drink, and they now sat at the bar down the street from her apartment.
The music blared and the club scene was in full swing around them. She could feel a headache coming on.
“I think that guy is checking you out,” Jessica said, half shouting, inclining her head toward an average-looking guy at the end of the bar.
Savannah rolled her eyes and turned her back. “Not interested.”
Jessica shook her head. “You need to get back out there.”
It was easy for Jessica. Blond, built, and with a loyal boyfriend, she didn’t have to endure the misery of dating. She was in a committed relationship, probably weeks away from getting an engagement ring. Savannah was sick of waiting for Mr. Right.
“I thought I’d be married by now. Maybe even have a child. It’s just brutal. I can’t do the online thing anymore, and I’m definitely not interested in picking up someone in a bar.”
Jessica gave her a sympathetic smile. “I know it’s rough.
But someone’s out there for you. You just need to play things a little cooler.
Not wear your heart on your sleeve so much.
Guys scare easily. Did you read that book on dating that I gave you?
My friend Veronica swears by it. She just got married.
” She raised her eyebrows as if to say See, that could be you.
“I guess there’s a book for everything.” Savannah sighed.
Deep down she knew her friend was right.
She had no trouble attracting men. It was keeping them that was the problem.
She didn’t see the point in playing hard to get or pretending to not be interested when she was.
But clearly being up front and honest had gotten her nowhere.
She was also starting to realize that she’d been wasting her time on the wrong type of men.
Boys really, in their late twenties and early thirties, still chasing the thrill.
Things were going to be different. She had a new plan.
One that involved a mature man who’d already shown he could commit.
Bennett was almost forty, had already been married, and was probably lonely and ready for the right woman to come along and fill the hole in his heart left by his late wife.
If she had to play a few games to make him realize that woman was her, so be it.
“I read it. Ten rules to attract and keep your man. I already have someone in mind.”
Jessica smiled. “Atta girl.” She raised her glass to Savannah’s and they both drank.