The secretary today asked how old I was and if I was single. People had been talking (Yikes!) She thought I was 25 or 26, so I was pretty happy to hear that! (And I was only trying to stick at 27). There’s a teacher who thinks I’m cute and apparently needs some help getting the scoop. Unfortunately, this man of mystery is not doing anything to talk to me or get to know me—I guess he’s just watching me. A little creepy, leaving me not knowing whether to feel hope or dread about what my secretary friend is cooking up. She left me with, “This is a man I’m trying to marry off.” Should that make him sound like a prize or a dented coffee table?
I got my hair cut by a complimentary gay man. Hearing him rave about my hair made my day. He asked what he could do to convince me to let him play with colors in it. “As soon as I marry an engineer, I’ll totally try that.” He wants to meet the twin brother of that engineer. I like a man who understands me.
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