// My Novel. Page 12. //

Jane used to visit Chicago at least twice a year, but ten years ago, realized it had become an emotional crutch – a way for her to escape the routine loneliness of New York City and sink back into her flirtatiously adventurous early years.

The early years: Back when Jane and her girlfriends were all hot and single… and knew they were. A smile combined with a soft playful squeeze of the bouncer’s arm granted them instant VIP status. Sitting at the bar, just a slight inward arching of the back called over three handsomely suited men. The confident synced strides of their freshly exfoliated legs made girls cling tighter to their boyfriends. And, they won all this without ever having to say a single word. In fact, it was the lack of words that made them all the more attractive. It was a silent, poised, universal agreement that they were all damn hot.

And so Jane banned herself from visiting.