She hated being alone, and yet there she was, on a stunningly beautiful beach in mid-afternoon, sitting by herself on the sand just beyond the reach of the water. Susan gazed out towards the sea, reflecting on her young life and contemplating what she might do to give it more meaning.
He told her that she had no depth, that she had little to offer him, added no value. Yes, she was pretty, he told her. And the sex was great. But that would fade over time and he wanted to be with a smart person, a deep thinker. He couldn’t waste his time with someone who didn’t possess the same intellectual curiosity that he did.
She was not stupid, she told herself. She always got good grades in school. The teachers loved her. She was quite popular among her peers. How could he think she was shallow?
Maybe her best friend, Connie, was right. Perhaps he was too old for her. “You’re a senior in high school,” Connie said. “He’s forty and married. I don’t see how this works out well for you.”
“I suppose she’s right,” Susan said to herself as she peered out towards the sea.