I just met a man at my office and, in shaking his hand, realized it’s the largest man hand I’ve ever touched.
Dude, are you married? Let’s be friends. Friends who touch each other.
I just met a man at my office and, in shaking his hand, realized it’s the largest man hand I’ve ever touched.
Dude, are you married? Let’s be friends. Friends who touch each other.
I never did mention the good news: I’m no longer single AND unemployed. I’m working two jobs, actually, starting today.
And so begins the quest for random office sex, and the effort to alleviate some of the holiday-induced weirdness in my brain. Working 15-hour days should give me much less time to pout about being a tragic spinster, or to go adopt a Crazy Cat Lady Starter Set.