All Chapters of Girl Crush: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Do you want to come in?" The evening hadn't been spectacular. He'd used a coupon to pay for dinner at an already cheap restaurant, ordered us both water, and insisted we split an entrée. Skinny jeans on a man just didn't do it for me, and he wasn't fooling anyone with the way he combed his hair over the thinning spot near his forehead-but overall, he'd been pleasant. Minus the horrible clothing and bad hair, he appeared to be fit. He wasn't awful looking if I squinted in the right light-just a bit of a loser-and truth be told, my vibrator needed new batteries. The only positive thing about my previous marriage was my ex-husband's ability to thoroughly satisfy me seven ways to Sunday. I held on to the relationship far longer than I should have, but women peaked later in life than men, and when I had a man who filled that void, it made up for a lot-especially when he was creative. I won't go into the depths of all I forgave, but let's just say it led me here to a single life where th

I decided to start over with my dating profiles. None of them had worked for heterosexual relationships, so I doubted just switching the bubble to female looking for female would be beneficial. I needed to totally redesign myself and be honest about what I was after. The truth was, at this point in my life, my girlfriends were more important than dating. I valued my tried and true friendships more than money, but all I was really after was gratifying sex. I wasn't ashamed to admit that, either. I didn't want to whore myself out to the highest bidder, but I wasn't opposed to having an exclusive sexual relationship with no strings attached. In fact, I'd prefer it-I just no longer wanted to do it with men.When I got to the questions about the physical characteristics of the partners I sought, I drew a blank. I'd always found women attractive-I could admire their beauty and praise their assets-but if I were to outline my perfect woman, I had nothing. I saved my incomplete profile and st

It was early in the evening, and the after-work crowd still mingled after happy hour before the night owls would stroll in. Beck stood out like a beacon in the night amongst the suits and ties. And it didn't take long for me to notice the men staring her down from their seats at the bar. Her pictures online hadn't done her justice. Beck was stunning-model gorgeous with exotic, green eyes. Instead of the sight of her intimidating me, it fueled my fire. I straightened my spine, pulled my shoulders back, and sashayed with one leather boot-clad foot in front of the other until I reached her side. And then I promptly fell apart. I didn't have a clue what to do or how to handle an introduction. I wasn't sure if I should extend my hand, lean in for a hug, or peck her on the cheek, and instead, it ended up being an awkward handshake-hug with a kiss on the ear. I stumbled into her almost knocking her over before I could pull myself back. "Jesus, I'm sorry." I tried to bite my tongue and r

Work flew by surprisingly fast. Normally, an eight-hour day felt like twelve, but somehow, my nervous anticipation helped the clock tick faster on the wall instead of dragging it out. I'd been with Stearns and Wilkes since I got out of college. I have a degree in business from the state university, but I hadn't had a clue what I wanted to do with it when I graduated. I just knew I had to have one-a degree that is. The law firm was one of the largest on the East Coast, and I'd started as the receptionist. The guy who'd hired me hadn't even pretended it was based on my potential-he flat out told me I'd appeal to their male clientele. That was seventeen years ago, which still did not put me at forty-close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades-and I still held that same special clout...appeal for the male clientele. Only now, I was the Executive Secretary for one of the firm's managing partners. That sounded fancy, but there were paralegals who did the actual paperwork and grun

"You're such a bitch. Stop laughing." I was about to throw my wine in my best friend's face if she didn't quit making fun of me."You realize you just committed the worst dating faux pas possible. No woman wants to hear about her girlfriend's ex-lovers.""First of all, she's not my girlfriend. And secondly, she ate just as much ice cream as I did and had equally horrible stories to share.""Did she ever get dressed?""I mean, she tied the robe. Nobody wants ice cream on bare skin. But no. She didn't put any clothes on. Did I mention her brother's ride?""If you didn't have such a fine ass, Gizzy, I'd worry you might be a dude. What is with you and cars?""This wasn't just a car. This was a hundred thousand dollars' worth of beautifully crafted steel. And it wasn't an automatic.""Does it being a straight drive mean something I'm not aware of?""Um yeah. That he can harness the power of five hundred horses.""I'm sure that's impressive if you're sporting a dick, but wh