The invitation is not for me/Приглашение не для меня

"I don't have a cat," I was confused.

"Here, you don't even have a cat. And you don't have a man."

I was stunned by her rant. "Wow!" That's female solidarity!

“Call him. Apologize. Tell him you lied to him because you wanted to make him jealous. Call him back. And while he's on his way, make him something delicious.”

I was so stunned I listened to the whole thing.

“Thanks for the advice, but I don't want to! “

"Some hussy is gonna steal him away, and you'll regret it later," Tanya said admonishingly and disappeared into her apartment.

I stood alone, trying to understand what was going on. I had never read such a thing even in a novel! Although there was one positive outcome of this conversation: I was angry, and I lost the desire to cry into my pillow. So, according to the people around me, I'm nothing without him. The man's a light in the window!

I flew into my apartment, hissing with anger, and scattered the purchases in the refrigerator. I changed my mind about drinking wine. Tomorrow I have a new life, I'll get a new job. Remembering the job, I thought of Andrew and also remembered the phone I had to find. After searching through my entire bag, I realized that it might be in my jacket pocket. The message had already been received.

"Tomorrow at ten in the morning, go to the editorial office of a fashionable men's magazine. I've made arrangements, they'll take you. Don't forget your papers."

“Wow!” I exhaled and, undressing as I went, went first to the bathroom and then to the bedroom. I had no energy left after that long day.