Possibilities

I was walking downtown on my way home (read: to the shops) from yet another interview. (Sample dialogue from said interview: “Jill, you are just great! I’ll be talking to our CEO tonight to see if we really are hiring for this position!.”) From the bowels of Market Street I heard, “Hey gorgeous.” I looked down to give the homeless person a cursory glance, when I saw his cardboard sign: “I NEED A GIRLFRIEND.”

Then I looked at his face. Actually, he was pretty good looking, in a rugged sort of way. And it just popped into my head: I don’t have a boyfriend.

Well, yeah.