Elaine glanced at her watch, shocked to find that it was after 3am. Rarely had she stayed out so late; even on a Saturday night.
The streets were eerily quiet and she realized that she should have taken a cab home. What was she thinking, walking home alone in the dark?
Paul will have a fit if he finds out.
Paul... God what a nightmare he'd turned out to be.
She entered her apartment and tossed her keys onto a nearby table. Her answering machine blinked rapidly and she ran to check it. She exhaled exasperatingly as Paul's voice consumed every message; each one a different version of the same pathetic pleas for forgiveness.
In your dreams, Paul Anderson.
Later as she lay in bed, her mind drifted back to the earlier events of the evening. She should have just gone home after the fiasco at the hotel. Any normal person would have.
But not Elaine.
She refused to sit and wallow in sadness.
Instead, she ended up having the time of her life.
After endless Saturday nights of listening to dark, depressing (and often BAD) poetry from Paul's lame friends, it was like a godsend to be sitting in a comedy club, not having to pretend that she was enjoying herself.
Without warning, thoughts of the handsome comedian resurfaced and she found that she couldn't get him out of her mind. He wasn't drop-dead gorgeous as she had once thought Paul to be, but there was something about this Jerry Seinfeld person that she found incredibly attractive.
God, what was wrong with her? She didn't even know the man and yet she felt as though they were destined to be together...
But that was crazy. Fate and destiny were something that only happened in romance novels and romantic movies.
Not to Elaine Benes...