As I sit down at my desk I see a group of women standing at the cubicle across from mine. There’s four of them, but my attention lingers on the one sitting at the desk. Janette Peters. She brings me back to those uncomfortable times of having crushes on people who I could never obtain. In high school, such feelings can be dismissed with promises of it being just a phase or even the elegant lies of you’ll find someone, someday. Such words aren’t used on the twenty-five year old female. You still don’t have someone? What are you waiting for? Right, of course, it’s obviously me who is procrastinating on finding a girlfriend. At least I’m dodging the childbearing bullet, much to the dismay of my mother.
We’re out having breakfast and this snippet just happened.
