Remember when we met in the personals last year? Or perhaps it was at your local unit meeting by the cubed cheese platter.
You were shopping around a bit. And I guess I was looking for something a little more “long term.”
I tried to be upfront about it. I even told you I didn’t mind playing second fiddle. In fact, that was the job I was applying for.
And I wrote, I called, I emailed and texted. I even cooked for you and, on Valentine’s Day, I sent chocolates. Read More