Men were confusing. And dumb. In fact, she was considering swearing off them altogether. That was probably a result of the scotch she was sipping (yes, sipping, for once, instead of chugging), but she didn't care. Women were just as bad as men, to the point where Jo was actually thinking of swearing off sex completely. But she wouldn't do that because sex and alcohol were the only things that kept her from being completely depressed about being alive without any kind of purpose.
When the knock came, she sighed, setting her glass down on the counter, then walked over to the door and pulled it open. Before she could think, a smile slid onto her lips as she met Dean's eyes. She didn't know what it was, but he had a way of cheering her up just by being around, especially when he had that look in his eyes, the one that said she mattered.
"Dean, hi! Come on in." She took a step back to admit him.