Mary Jane hadn’t said goodbye. Although, she was polite enough to leave James a note. She had spelled out her plan to him on the fridgerator door in a combination of magnetic poetry and colorful alphabet magnets. Mary Jane knew that a written note was too passe for her taste, and that the fridegerator was probably the first thing James would see in the morning anyway. Therefore, her reasoning became rather logical.

She snickered thinking about James. How he ate too much granola, and wore too many organic label clothing brands. Mary Jane hated his fascination with fly fishing, and his scruffy Jim Morrison facial hair. She thought about kicking him out, but she found that a bit too severe. He was a nice guy after all, but after so long, Mary Jane realized he wasn’t really what she wanted. She wanted someone truely, and madly like herself.

She drove one handed and rested her head lazily on her right arm, propped up by the open window as she fantasized about her personal sex gods.