On June 22, 2010, I received the call from my doctor, informing me that I had early-stage breast cancer. When I hung up the phone, I called two of my best friends. Although I had plans that evening to go to an event with Mr. Exec, my girlfriends and I decided to meet so that […]
After my breast biopsies, I returned home to rest. Mr. Exec called me when he was out of his meetings to check on me. Mr. Exec: Do you need anything? Me: I’m okay for now. Mind coming over when you’re done with work? Mr. Exec: Not at all. I’ll be there in a few hours. […]
I exhaled deeply before picking up the phone to answer Mr. Exec’s call. Me: Hey. [Pause.] What's up? Mr. Exec: Hello. How are you? Me: Good. We continued to awkwardly exchange pleasantries for a few minutes before Mr. Exec told me why he was calling: I saw your post on Facebook. Me: Uh huh. [I […]
I found myself surprisingly comfortable with Mr. Exec. We were benefits without friendship – nothing more and nothing less. However, my comfort was replaced by nostalgia, as I wrote a post about when we first dated. A lot had changed between March and June, and I wondered: Why were Mr. Exec, the Gentleman, and Mr. […]
Mr. Exec and I had dated for a month. And then, we stopped talking to each other for a month. Now, Mr. Exec was back in my bed, referring to us a couple and telling me not to blog about our relationship. I didn't know what shocked me more! Me: I'm sorry I can't promise […]
As I joined Mr. Exec on the couch, we caught up about work and life. (Yes, we had seen each other a few days ago at Ceiba, but we didn’t exactly have the chance to have a heart-to-heart at the bar.) Me: I noticed on Facebook that you had some meetings at USAID. What’s going […]
What do you get when you mix one City Girl, one Best Boy and his best friend and a guy that I dated for a month, Mr. Exec, at the same bar? Read on… Best Boy arrived at Ceiba, and our party expanded to four. The jokes, drinks and good conversation kept flowing. Twenty minutes […]
Was I being punked? While in the cab en route to meet Best Boy at Ceiba, he called to inform me that his best friend and the guy that I had dated for a month, Mr. Exec, was at the bar…at Ceiba! What are the odds of that? Who else does this kind of stuff […]
Improv Boy was out of the picture, and I found my lineup in May to be rather thin. I needed to remedy that quickly! When Best Boy texted me about meeting for drinks on Friday night, I happily said yes. "Who's Best Boy?" you might be wondering. Umm…Best Boy is Mr. Exec's best friend. Yeah. […]
My birthday was behind me. Philly Matt had gone back home. Mr. Exec was trying to reach out, but after he had failed to be there for me following my concussion, my interest in him had waned. April 2010 brought some unexpected intrigue into my life, though, when I met Dutch Boy at an embassy […]