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A State of Jane
by Meredith Schorr
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Jane Frank is ready to fall in love. It’s been a year since her first and only relationship ended and far too long since the last time she was kissed. With the LSAT coming up, she needs to find a boyfriend (or husband) before acing law school and becoming a partner at her father’s firm. There’s just one problem: all the guys in New York City are flakes. Interested one day and gone the next, they seemingly drop off the face of the earth with no warning and no explanation.
In her misguided belief that life doesn’t really start until you get married and have kids, Jane jumps from one extreme to the next trying to force a happily ever after until she breaks. Will she ever find her path, and can she do it without alienating her friends and family and risking her career in the process?
“How did you leave things?”
“He kissed me goodbye and put me in a cab.” I narrowed my eyes at her. “What’s with the interrogation, Lainie?”
Ignoring my question, she asked another one of her own. “What did he say?”
“I don’t know. It was kind of fuzzy. Too much wine. He had to get up early the next day.”
Lainie snorted. “What? To drive his sister to the airport or something?”
“His roommate actually. What’s so funny?”
Lainie stared at me. Waiting for an answer, I stared back. Finally, she said, “He really said he had to take his roommate to the airport?”
“And you believed him?”
“Yes. Why not? You think he was lying?” Please say no.
“I don’t know. What happened on your date?”
“What do you mean? We had dinner, drank some wine, smooched. Randall wanted me to go home with him but totally understood when I said I wanted to take things slow.”
Lainie pushed away her plate of sushi, reached across the table, and put her hand over mine. She shook her head. “Sweetie, I don’t think Randall will have the pleasure of seeing you in your sexy new underwear.”
I felt my muscles tighten and swallowed hard. “Why not?”
Looking at me in disbelief, Lainie raised her voice. “Girl, you’ve been blown off. Randall the Great is really Randall the Rat!” Lowering her voice, she said, “Don’t feel bad though. You didn’t do anything wrong aside from refusing to do him. I applaud you. He’s a slug.”