Everything was going the way she wanted. Monica thought.

Now, on her way home from a perfectly wonderful dinner with Tom, she hoped he felt the same way. She realized she liked him a lot.

Decked out in her new green sweater, black leather skirt and matching boots, she had dressed to get laid tonight, and, judging by the way Tom had stared at her throughout dinner, she was well on her way to achieving her goal.

But… But what?

She tried to dismiss any negative thoughts. There were no buts. Everything was fine.

There was a time when she wanted to be single. But she was done with that...