Tonight, I received the oddest text from a guy friend of mine.
“Have a question for u,” it began.
“Why would a young, beautiful attractive intelligent lady like yourself be interested in me? I’m never around and I’m doing nothing for u. I got my good attributes but I’m not there for u. Honestly, why?”
“You’re treating, right?” I asked with caution. The words awkwardly tumbled from my lips. It’s a question I have never had to ask a guy before. It was always assumed, implied in his request for an evening on the town. But with this guy, things were different. (more…)
“A fish and a bird can fall in love, but where will they build their nest.”
This quote from some forgotten film haunted me as I resolved to end yet another romance.
It happens over and over again. Shonda meets X. X likes Shonda. And then things get complicated. I guess it’s my business genes, but I hate the thought of investing time and energy into someone that I simply can’t imagine growing up and old with.
On my desk, towering over a rowdy sea of letters, cards, pictures and pens, sits a dying yellow rose. Wrinkled and browned with age, fighting to live on past expiration, the flower is my lone reminder of one of the craziest nights of my life.
“Tell me something about yourself,” he cooed over drinks. It was a deceptively innocent request—one that hovered awkwardly in the air as I gulped down the last bit of water in my glass.
“Tell me something about yourself.” Hours ago, a Boston company issued the same demand. Then, I knew exactly what to say: I knew that roughly translated, it meant “Tell me something about yourself that will prove why I should hire you.” (more…)
