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waiting for The One,” Liz wailed, “where is he already?”
    “ You're asking the wrong person here, love,” replied Rachel, as she poured herself another glass of wine. “My love-life is an absolute disaster area.”
    “ Tell me about it,” Jen piped up from her comfy position on the couch, “I'm sick and tired of being on the singles scene. I mean, how many first dates can one woman have? I feel like I'm stuck in some sort of never-ending ground-hog day.”
    “ Well, at least you have first dates,” Liz interjected, “I can't remember the last time I've been out with a man, first date or otherwise.”
     
    “ The way I see it,” Rachel piped up, “you two are like the opposite extreme ends of the same scale.”
    “ Oh really now,” her friends looked at her in amusement, “please do share your insight on us with us.”
    “ Well, Liz, you are stuck in a bit of a rut, where you've thrown yourself into your work and all the extra-curricular activities that entails. I sometimes feel like I have to make an appointment to see you. If you're not teaching extra maths classes after school, then you're coaching the girls' basketball team or supervising some student activity weekend. You barely have time to hang out with Jen and me let alone have time to meet a man.”
    “ It's true,” Liz sighed in agreement at her friend's analysis. “I love my job, I just can't seem to say no when I'm asked to help out after hours. My last relationship was with another teacher, but that's fizzled out quite a while ago and I haven't met anyone else who even remotely interests me.”
    “ So, which end of the scale am I on then?” Jen interrupted, “oh and be gentle, Rachel, please, I'm feeling a little fragile at the moment.”
    “ Here missus, have some more wine, it'll numb the pain,” Liz grinned at her friend as she refilled everyone's glass. “Don't mind if I do,” Jen swigged down a large gulp of wine from her glass, “hit me with it, Rachel, I'm in the brace position.”
     
    “ Hmm, Jenna you are the quintessential serial dater.”
    “ I am not!” Jenna objected, “I just believe in having a proactive approach to my love life, sometimes a little too proactive, I agree, but it's not like Mr. Love of my Life is going to come knocking on my door, announcing his arrival, and begging me to marry him, now is it?”
    “ That's very true,” Rachel agreed, “but you hardly give these guys a chance. How many second dates have you had lately? Not many, as far as I can recall. Surely some of them are worth a second chance. You seem to dismiss them for something as trivial as having the wrong hair colour or too many freckles! How many dating websites are you a member of at the moment? Last time we spoke you were thinking of joining your fourth site! If there's a singles night in town, you're there. If someone offers to set you up on a blind date, you go. I think it's excellent that you are proactive, but I think you need to start giving your dates more than just one chance before you dismiss them as completely wrong for you.”
    “ You're right, I know,” Jenna agreed rather reluctantly with her friend. “It's just that if I see something small that irritates me I can't move past it, and because I have so many dates lined up, I think that the next one will be better and couldn't be bothered making an effort with the one in front of me. Hmm, now that I've said that aloud, it sounds quite bad actually...oh dear.”
     
    “ Well, everyone know s my situation,” Rachel said. “It's well and truly finished with Tony. He moved out last weekend. I have to admit, my life feels quite empty without him. The reality of life on my own has started to sink in and it's not as wildly exciting as I thought. Part of me expected it to be like the television show Sex and the City, all glamorous nights out and plenty of dates, every minute of my time occupied but I find myself being bored a lot. I constantly catch myself thinking, “