Harry couldn't figure out where things had gone wrong with Monica. He was a pretty nice guy. He held doors, he worked hard, he brought flowers. Sure, he wasn't the most handsome guy around, but he dressed nice and thought he looked pretty darn good in his Fedora. He listened, damn it. He really listened. Except for some reason he seemed to have a hard time hearing the words "no, I don't want to go out with you."
Unrequited Glove
The untold stories of lost gloves.
Henry
Sometimes Henry wondered if he might be cursed, especially when it came to romance. He'd been lied to, cheated on, yelled at and had his heart broken too many times to count. It came as no surprise when his last lover turned out to be a con artist who took him for all he was worth. "Maybe I should buy a Lotto ticket!" Henry thought and then chuckled to himself. At least he still had his sense of humor.
Joe
Joe found himself reeling from a particularly nasty fight with Janice. One minute they were in the middle of a lovely lunch and then there's a glass of water in his face. He didn't think he'd had too much to drink but perhaps it wasn't a good idea to grab Janice's rear end in the middle of the restaurant. At least he thought that's what her manager said as he escorted Joe outside.
Wanda
Wanda had never been a fan of making New Year's resolutions. Or resolutions at all for that matter. Saying you wanted to quit something only made that thing more tempting. So it was in the case of Sebastian. He was nothing but trouble. Handsome, charming trouble. And she knew she was better off never seeing him again but today was New Year's Day and wouldn't that make this a resolution? Maybe tomorrow. Maybe.
Penelope
Penelope had spent weeks figuring out how to end a disappointing relationship but before she could carry out her carefully crafted plan she was unceremoniously dumped. It wasn't quite fair, like getting fired before you could quit. Something didn't feel right but Penelope wasn't sure if it was regret or just self pity. More importantly, what was she going to do with all that fake blood?
Scott
Against his better judgment, Scott continued to wallow in self-pity brought on by the recent (or not-so-recent) end to his long-term (or not-so-long-term) relationship with Mary Sue. Five months had gone by, though Scott would insist it felt like just yesterday she left him heartbroken. Five months happened to be longer than the duration of their love affair, but Scott had never been too good with numbers.
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