Protege
I’m a tomboy. Anyone who knows me can quickly affirm that fact. Over the years, however, I have attempted to make a valiant effort to become somewhat acceptably fashionable. Thanks to my good friend Darren, I have made some serious strides.
Storytime: Today, I was leaving work after working a soccer match. I looked good. I was wearing my good-looking jacket with a scarf. My sunglasses made me look Californian along with my wind-blown hair. Yeah, I looked good.
I rounded the corner and there was a guy who works in my department. Think McDreamy. He was in the middle of a conversation and he stopped in the middle to turn to me and start a new one. I was a bit taken aback. Sometimes he talks to me and sometimes he blows me off. Any given day, you never can tell. Today was a day he talked to me. Must have been my good-looking jacket.
My point? I’m a good protege. I’m a good student and I learn well and today I looked good.
