It had been three months since the breakup. Three months of wading through the marshes of depression, the first few weeks wallowing in a pond of self pity and self-discouragement. He knew what he had to do, bit his spirit lacked the courage and will to physically get up and get back out there in the world. He was a broken man, but he also knew that he could not stay like this forever. Eventually he was going to have to get up and get out there, rebuild himself from the start up. It had taken one of his close friends to pull him out of his cave and get into the gym. He had exercised before, but in a very amateur way. He had made no gains in the physique department. But this time he had a gym buddy, and Joe was going to make sure he did not stay in that cave doing nothing. Jordan was feeling low, but being in this gym, around people making efforts to improve themsleves in some way, gave him a bit of motivation.
3pm. The session was great. They had worked on their chest muscles, doing some sets of bench press, push ups and used some of the free weights. Only fairly relatively light weights, but it was a start. Joe and Jordan walked up the street to the local chicken shop. As the walked in Joe grinned enthusiastically "Yes! Time to get that much needed protein!". Jordan laughed, concealing his still fragile inner energy. They sat down to eat. Joe started talking about the current music he had been listening to and the artists, playing some of them on his mobile for Jordan to listen to. Neither of them had jobs, but Joe was a man who never gave up. He was always trying something, searching for what it was that he was destined to do. Jordan admired that about him. He also knew that Joe was trying to distract him from thinking about his ex-girlfriend or spending any time, energy or effort on her, but he played along because he knew it was for the best. It was over. Joe probably saw that too, but was sparing Jordan the torment of hearing that from him.
"So who are you seeing now?", Jordan asked. "Ah I met this hot, hot, HOT chick yesterday, she gave me her number. I might see her next week", Joe replied, sitting back in the chair, munching the last of his barbecued chicken wings. He continued "We should go out tonight, we need to get you some fresh ladies. You need to upgrade man. She's not the only hot chick in the world. I understand you feel that way now, but trust me this event that's happening tonight...if we go, I promise you, you will NOT be disappointed!". "Well, I'm not sure about that", Jordan laughed nervously, "She was a 10/10, so there would have to be flipping....super hot models there for me to even look". They both laughed out loud, then Joe said "Tell you what...if by the end of the night, you don't collect at least two numbers from HOT chicks that are at least an eight, I'll give you back your entry fee money for the club...deal?" "Deal.". They shook on it, laughing, then got up and left.
'So...this is how people get over a broken heart, chatting to women', Jordan thought. Other women right now were the last of his desires. The vast opportunities to engage with other women were not at the forefront of his mind. He just sat on the train on the way home, willing it to move faster so that he could once again retreat into his shell, out of the brightness of the world. He looked around the carriage he was in. Sitting across him was a tall African lady, fair in complexion. Her hair was in braids, neatly done that rested on her shoulders and back. She wore a black leather jacket, some sort of dark blue jeggings and a pair of casual brown shoes. Her skin looked flawless, thighs thick but in an athletic way, and she had a small set of soft looking lips. Her eyes told stories of assertiveness and a no nonsense characteristic gained through life experiences. She seemed quite engrossed in the book she was reading. The thought to approach her crossed his mind, but then he thought "I bet she's got someone anyways". Just as he was about to look away, she looks up catching him staring at her and smiles. He gives a quick smile back and looks down at his mobile phone, pretending to check a message. He could sense her still looking at him. He looks from the corner of his eyes, and sure enough she was still checking him out. 'Let's just do this', he mutters to himself saying to her "Hi".
"Hi", she responds. "What are you reading?", he asks. She responds, turning the book over to display the cover"Oh just some boring mystery novel". His stop was next, so he decides to go in for the kill. 'They're either going to say yes or no anyways', he'd always told himself to counter any doubts before approaching anyway..."I don't mean to be forward, but I'm getting off soon. Just wondered, have you got a boyfriend?" "Yes", she laughs, "Sorry". "That's okay, well take care", Jordan replies, whilst getting up to come off the train at his stop. She was pretty, polite, but somehow he felt completely discouraged by that. He felt maybe it was some sort of sign not to approach any woman now and deal with his heartbreak and develop himself. Maybe he shouldn't even go to this club tonight. Maybe Joe was wrong and he should just stay in and wallow alone. He gets in, slumps in the bed and falls asleep.
He phone ringing wakes him up. It's Joe. He's called to let Jordan know he's on his way to pick him up.'Damn, I must've had a long sleep', thought Jordan. It was now 11pm. He quickly showers and gets dressed. He puts on a light blue pair of jeans, a pair of smart chelsea boots, a smart fitted blue shirt and a black blazer with beige elbow patches. Thankfully he had got his haircut in the morning before the workout, so he looked neat. A car horn outside let him know that Joe was outside waiting on him. Jordan pauses for a moment in from of the mirror, straightening his jacket. This is it. He was going to have to get out there on the market again....reluctantly. This was not what he wanted. He wanted her, but he was alone now. There was no other half. He felt like a building that had been partly destroyed within. The mirror told him that he was a handsome tall fellow that looked after himself well and had a good dress sense and style. The mirror told him that he looked like a very smooth cool dude. The mirror told him that the smile he pulled was sexy. But the eyes in his reflection told him that he was a prisoner of love for a memory of a woman.
Another honk jumped him out of his thoughts and he went outside to the car. On arrival to the club, as the drove past it, there was a long queue, majority of it being women, most scantily dressed. He had to admit to himself that despite his heartbreak over his ex, these women looked like they could definitely take his mind off her without a problem based on their looks. Joe parked the car, applied some expensive aftershave and then proceeded to head to the club. As they approach, the bass from inside shook the floor. Jordan could tell that he might not be forgetting this night anytime soon...
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