A/N: A little extra one since the last chapter was shorter.

Sherry n Tiffany rock xx

Chapter 11

Rose knew what she was doing. She didn't approach the subject of my weeknight drinking until I was well underway to being intoxicated. She knew my lips would be looser that way.

"So are we going to talk about it?"

"Talk about what?" I asked, playing coy.

"The reason why we are sitting in a bar on a Wednesday night."

I shrugged, lifting my glass and downing the last of its contents. "Men," I muttered. I waved my glass at the bartender, hinting for a refill. "I have terrible taste in men."

"What's his name?"

"Jasper, well, Edward actually."

"There are two of them?"

"Yes," I said before shaking my head. "Actually, no. One of them is taken. Jasper is married to Alice, who is a real piece of work by the way." I smiled at the bartender as he came over and refilled my wine. "Thank you."

"So how did you meet them? What happened?"

I shook my head. "How I met them is not in-in-con-con-sequent-ial. Gosh, that's a hard work to say." Rosalie shook her head at me. "Anyway, Jasper had this friend he wanted to hook me up with, turns out I look like this friends dead girlfriend. I mean, who would even think that is a good idea?"

"Wait, what? You look like his dead girlfriend? Like a doppelganger or related?"

I shrugged. "I would say related."

"So does this Edward know? Does he want to date someone who looks like his dead girlfriend?"

I took a long drink from my glass. "I really have no idea. I mean I've only met him the once."

"And?"

"And… he was drunk. He actually thought I was her."

"Oh."

"Yeah," I said, taking another drink. "Turns out the day I meet him was the two year anniversary of her death. Rose, why the hell can't I meet a nice, simple man?"

"Oh, no, don't you start," she said, pointing at me. "I've set you up on date after date with nice, simple men. None of which ever lived up to your standards."

I sighed. "I can't help it if I didn't like any of them."

"You don't give them a chance, Bella."

"I do, I do, I do. I just…"

"Have too high expectations." I sighed. I knew she was right. "So this Edward, what is he like?"

"What does it matter?"

"Humor me."

"He's nice… like panty dropping nice. Jasper says he's an architect, but I don't really know because I haven't actually had a conversation with him."

"So why don't you?"

"What?"

"Have a conversation with him."

I rolled my eyes. "That is a terrible idea, Rose. Why the hell would I want to live my life in someone else's shadow?"

"You don't know that you would. You won't know anything until you have a conversation with him. So stop making excuses Bella, and just talk to him. If you like him, then what have you got to lose, and if you don't, all you have to do is walk away."

Rose could be right. I don't know, or maybe it was just the alcohol clouding my judgement. I decided to head home and sleep on it. Rose put me in a taxi and we went our separate ways. It was too bad I was too drunk to notice the car that followed me all the way home.