Chapter 67

• It’s not a date, I think to myself. I don’t date anymore, because I have Dave. And I really, really do have him.
• I grin to myself and fight the urge to do a nimble-footed-mountain- goat leap as I swishswishswish to the ladies’ bathrooms, take off all my protective moped gear, and carry it back to my desk.
• I take a quick look at my emails and Bloomberg with the front 20% of my brain. The back 80% is thinking about Dave. I am so happy I could burst. I was right!