Confessions of a Crazy Ex-Girlfriend

My friends and I were just about to head out to drown our sorrows, when there came a knock at the door. We looked at each with our cat-eyes, purses dangling off our arms. “Who’s that?”

I open the door and find one of my male coworkers standing there, soaking wet as the rain poured down into the parking lot behind him, flowers in his hand. My jaw dropped open as my girls all gasped with delight. I was…