Yesterday I was talking to my friend D. at work. After I mentioned that it seems difficult to meet people in this, the vast city of Chicago, he paused.
“Let me get back to you on your problem,” he said, pensively.
After about four hours he sent me a list of things he thinks I have going for me in an effort to build my “self-esteem.”
Here is that list:
Pros:
*Former bartender
*Insists on doing whiskey shots
*Is not particularly tied to the idea of marriage
*When she hits you, it’s never hard enough to hurt you
*Lots and lots of hair (on her head)
*Will not hold poor hygiene against you (but will make fun of you for it)
I seriously have a lot going for me. I mean, I might be the cat’s meow. Or at least it’s fur-ball.
