Tuesday at Three
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Sunday, January 1st, 2012
12:00am
Happy New Year! Not soo much…
Monday, January 2nd
12:01am
It’s been 24 hours and the stroke of midnight hasn’t made a bit of difference. Amidst all of the confetti and streamers, champagne and smiling faces, I’m still hurting. The “ball drop” didn’t mean shit. Hell, if I never see another New Year’s Eve again, it will be too soon. Steven was never going to give me what I wanted. I asked. I begged. I cried. I just wanted to get married, but he didn’t and as much as I want to hate him, I can’t.
4:30pm
Been thinking all day. I probably need to see a shrink, but would much rather spend the money on a great dinner with friends or a pair of pricey pretty pumps. So instead, after I hit the gym, I’m stopping at Papyrus and picking up a journal. This will be my therapy. I will chronicle my true feelings. My office always winds down mid-day and the minute I see an open window, I will stop and write.
Let’s see if this works…
Tuesday, January 3rd
1:15pm
Today is perfect. The office is dead. My boss, Joan, is on holiday and I don’t need to be back to the office until Friday. I only came in to sign for a package from FEDEX and then I’m outta here, but not before I pull out my journal and write. My heart is heavy. This will be my first entry.
Journal Entry #1
“Love of My Life”
I’ve already met him. We are not married. We are not dating. We are not a couple, but I am in love with him and he is in love with me. I respect him so much that I will not tell his secrets and only give my friends tidbits of our escapades. He is my rock. He is the boy version of me: strong, caring, and humble. He completes me. I am his favorite and he is my everything. We get each other and respect what we have. Truthfully, we could care less about the sordid details of each other’s lives. So I don’t care where he spends his weekends; he doesn’t care who gave me my latest bauble; and neither one of us cares to discuss who we are sleeping with. We cherish our memories and live the time we still spend together like it is endless. Anything outside of us is meaningless.
What we have is not complicated as there is no one object, one place, or one time in our lives that our friendship is built on. I didn’t stop falling in love with him when the gifts stopped. He didn’t stop missing me because we couldn’t talk. He holds the key to my heart and he knows it. He is the one who I don’t have to hold my breath for when we are together because his only wish is that I breathe. I don’t have to long for his touch because it’s always there. When we are together, women are jealous and men are mesmerized. We are a power couple, a good guy and a great girl.
Break-ups have a way of showing you both the good and bad about yourself. I now realize that the love of my life is not the guy who had me at hello—instead; he is the guy that still has me at good-bye. I only hope that I will meet him again.
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About the Book
A transplant to New York via California, Alexa Ross has enthusiastically adopted the no-nonsense sensibilities of the quintessential New York City girl. Although heartbroken following a breakup, she isn’t one to take life sitting down—hence the cross-country move. Suddenly single, Alexa must try to set her life right—or else set it deliciously wrong.
She embarks on a series of drunken adventures and romantic missteps in the attempt to find happiness amid the vibrant and hustling New York scene. Along the way, however, she realizes that her sensitive heart isn’t quite as protected by her tough-girl skin as she previously believed. In the course of the melee, she hammers out what she believes are the keys to life for women: Smart Girl Rules. Alexa begins to write out these rules, giving herself a timeout every Tuesday at three to invest herself in answering life’s big questions—and the best answers that she finds may just be the scariest.
In this coming-of-age tale of modern womanhood, a nonstop city girl examines her experiences and transforms them into life lessons through a series of journal entries.
About the Author
Gillian Alex calls herself one-third go-getter, one-third Stepford wife, and one-third feminist. An alum of Sacramento State, she launched GirlsTimeOutBlog in 2011. Tuesday at Three is her first book. Originally from the Bay Area, she currently lives in New York City.