Jane green... love at first coffee

OK, I was the first person to admit I didn't like sex... maybe it was because of my rows of previous failed relationships. Well- I say rows... I've had three. The first came about in year 7 of senior school. He only dated me for my malteasers though so I'm not sure it counts. The second was in sixth form. He was in a band. I occasionally listened to music.... Thats where the similarity's stopped. Then there's Dan. I met him in Tesco's and that set the tone for the rest of the relationship. Not an amazing line-up- trust me, I know. But nothing seemed as good as they did in books...

Jane always lived with her head in books. But now something- someone- is pushing her to be free and live her own story. But can you love someone you've only just met?

"Yes, But it takes years of practice to be IN love with that someone"

"I don't have years"

"You have all the time in the world"

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2. the office

"No." I said resolutely  crossing my arms for effect and probably looking like a teenage girl having a strop. I would have stomped my foot, but I was on one of those really awesome new spinney chairs Cassia convinced our boss, Linda, to get. The crew didn't even look up at me as I pouted and shook my head childishly.

"Why not?" Cassia whinged, looking even younger with her choppy blonde hair and rebelish style.I gave her a once over. Her signature black waist coat, white vest top and skinneys were equally punky and sexy. Seriously? It was Monday and she was in red lipstick and studded wedges! Who did that? She squidged her chair closer too me pleadingly.

"Because... You know why not. I have absolutely no experience! I  am a fashion editor! I am not going too give love advice to the whole of Britain when... when..." I couldn't say it. No way was I bringing up my sex life- or lack there of.

"You've always got your head in a romance and Linda's been on my arse for ages to bring out a problems page in the magazine!" Cassia exclaimed crudely.

"Why can't you do it!" I moaned. I even admit, that was a stupid question, she was assistant chief of "Women's choice" magazine. It was completely selfish of me too ask... Then again, Cassia was like a sister to me. I was allowed to be selfish.

"Me?" She exclaimed. And there's also the fact she would be terrible- admittedly worse than me. Okay- Cassia wasn't a man hater but her advice would probably be along the lines of- Ditch him, he's obviously a ******* lying cheater ****. Not the most inspiring thing I've ever heard.

"Can absolutely no one else do it?" And as if by magic, well- practiced excuses flew out from behind printers and desks as if they had been in the conversation all along.

"Me and Judy have to go out to Paris fashion week," Leona offered. Oh yeah. Forgot about that. They were my assistants for the fashion pages. Both young eager, and actually liked excitement.  Leona was a  quirky Asian collage graduate, whiIst Jody was an on-trend blonde cat-walk addict. But in my head, they were pretty much, a slimmer version, of tweedle dee, and tweedle-dum. They stuck to their own age group like glue and were delusional romantics. Of course they jumped at the chance to go to Paris fashion week. I kind of regretted not going with them now. Actually I don't. I hate new places, people, things ect.

"Already doing a cooking column" Sarah called out. Sarah was our cooking guru, she was always roped into making the food for our Christmas party's. The only problem was with our waifish, elfin friend-- organic was always on the menu. And whilst my other colleagues offered various sections of the magazine, I racked my brains for who our love guru was?

"Ellen?" I looked at her pouting. She had a pretty heart shaped face and cropped brown hair. She was thirty and everyone came too her for advice about everything.

"Married." She stated without looking up.Cassia nodded in agreement.

"What?" Leona grinned "You'd be really good then!" She said, completely bemused.

"Yea!" Judy chimed in, like an echo, "It must be lovely being married" I wasn't sure I agreed with Tweedledee and Tweedledum about the lovely part- but surly she was more experienced than me.

Ellen held up her marriage finger still typing with the other hand. "My shackle for life" Eesh. cynical but seemingly true. Her boyfriend and hers love-relationship confused me severally. But to avoid a migraine, I try not to think about it to long. It was all arguing and crazy sex. Two things I never really did. I moaned and whined. I didn't argue.

"That leaves you Jane," I looked at Cassia as evilly as possible with my stupid doe eyes. She tried to look adorable, with her sexy slanted eyes. Both of us completely failing.

"Fine." I choked.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!" She wrapped her arms around me laughing. I strained away comically. "You know you love me babe," She smiled. I pouted. Still joyous she spun around and started frantically typing away. "I'm just sending you some of the letters I've chosen. Take you pick, we need seven." She grinned.

"Seven?" I whispered, my eyes rounder than usual.

"Good luck," Ellen muttered. I was going to need it.

I wheeled back over to my desk, taking one moment to enjoy the chair... Okay, this was going to be fun.

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