Sunday, December 14, 2014

This is what happens when I try to share my talents with some one who I've been hanging onto as a platonic friend for a while in hopes he will help me get a cool job at the creative place he works at. Creative, indeed. So much for that job possibility. I should have known this would never pan out when he couldn't look look me in the eye the couple of times we met the first year I knew him. He learned later on where my eyes were, as well as the eyes of many other women I knew, but he is in his thirtysomethings, didn't he know better?
 Silly question.

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