Bella sighed as she filled her wine glass for the second time that night.
It wasn't him that she sighed over. She wasn't even particularly attracted to Mike and she hadn't been enamored by any of the others either. It was that so many of them in a row had failed to call her back for a second date.
So for the seventh night in as many months, Bella sat in the middle of her bed in the pitch black of her room, surrounded by the notes of her Melancholia playlist and drank through an entire bottle of wine.
Tomorrow she'd force a smile, in a week the sting would be mostly gone, in two her friends would convince her to try once again and in three she'd pray for the night to go better as she checked her dress in the mirror.
But for tonight, all she really wanted was Jeff.
Maybe I'm just too young to keep good love from going wrong …