“Hey Mimi, why do you think I always get dumped?” A woman asked, her voice slurred. She was slumped over the bar counter, resting her head on one arm dejectedly. She gazed sideways at the beer glass sitting in front of her, watching as the dim lights bounced off the glistening water droplets. With her free hand, she trailed her slender fingertips along a falling droplet before it disappeared into a puddle under the frosted glass.

“It’s not your fault, Jian. Well… I mean… Maybe it is? You’ve never had strong feelings for the guys you were in a relationship with. I just think, maybe, you were unfair to them. They threw themselves at you, but with your cold exterior and demeanor, it’s no surprise they’d eventually give up.” The woman named Mimi helplessly shook her head, her short red locks bobbing around her cute rounded head. She reached out and grabbed her bottle of cider and took a sip before looking at the forlorn figure seated on the bar stool to her left. Under the dim, sensual lights of the bar, her friend looked exquisitely beautiful. The sad vibe surrounding her seemed to bring out a different kind of beauty to her otherwise average looking self.

Jian sighed in response and grabbed the handle of the glass before chugging the foamy beverage down her throat. She couldn’t deny what her friend said because somewhere deep in her mind, she agreed with Mimi. The reason why her ex-boyfriends dumped her was as clear as day. Her detachment and distrust towards all of them was reason enough for anyone to call it off. All of her friends could see it, and so could she. But she was in a constant state of denial, refusing to admit that she was incapable of feeling as human as they did.

“Hey! Hey! You’re going to get wasted if you drink so quickly. I don’t want to be hauling your drunk ass back to your apartment and have you vomiting all over me!” Mimi frantically cried out as she snatched the glass away from Jian. Her friend mumbled something out in protest, fumbling to take her drink back but failed. Mimi shook her head and looked at the bartender apologetically as she handed him the half-empty glass. The bartender gave her a slight smile in response, as though this was something he was used to seeing every night.

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“It still hurts, though. Mimi, it hurts. My heart. It hurts. I don’t know how much heartache I can take anymore. Every time I think he’s the one and I’m about to open up to him, he…” Jian’s voice cracked as she struggled to find the words to express herself. “Every single one of them end things with me. I can’t act weak like other girls do, I can’t pamper them like other girls do. But I did have feelings for them, just like any other girl out there!” Jian cried out as tears started swelling around the edge of her eyes. Her face was flushed. Was she drunk, or was she so emotionally driven? Maybe it was a mixture of both, but with the faint scent of alcohol lingering around her, it was hard to tell.

“I can’t take it anymore. I don’t want this… this thing called love. I don’t need it. Who needs love anyway? I sure as hell don’t need it. All that’s going to happen is me getting hurt anyway, so what’s the use?! They’ll all cheat and go for girls that fawn over them and nod their heads like obedient does! Ah...” Jian slurred out, the tears accumulating around her eyes finally breaking loose out of their sockets and trailing down her reddened face. She slumped over the bar counter again, banging her forehead haphazardly along its edges.

Mimi draped her hand around her friend’s shoulders and rubbed her left arm gently. She really pitied her friend, she really did. Jian wasn’t a bad person, that much she knew after getting to know her over the years. Of course, it wasn’t easy for Mimi to associate herself with Jian because Jian had what was known as the standard “resting bitch face”. No doubt, Mimi was terrified of Jian when she first met her in college. It never would’ve crossed her mind that they would end up being close friends after so many years. In fact, Jian was the only other friend she still kept in contact with after all of them parted their separate ways. How they became friends was a story left for another day because right now her dearest friend had her heart broken again and was passed out drunk.

“Jian, hey Jian, wake up! … Seriously?! After all that, you’re going to make me carry you back again???”