Friday, May 18, 2012
At dinner two nights ago, I was seated next to a newly single guy. He divorced six months ago, and at 41 he's dating again. He told me about a great date he'd been on, and that she invited him back to her place.
"Her place was beautiful. Really stylish. Impeccably decorated. And you know what? It was the strangest thing, but this feeling came over me that there was no room for me there, in that life."
No second date for her. Why? Her house was too awesome.
Just another reason to ditch the bar cart. And maybe you should keep the ratty old Ikea couch after all. If your prince charming is waiting for you, it sounds like he wants to help pick out the sofa.