Stopped by Mom’s work today, and saw the CEO whose office is now right next door to Mom’s office. Apparently the brief glimpse she saw of me in my floor length dress, made her ask Mom,
"Is that your daughter? Does she have a boyfriend? No! Well she should meet my son!"
Uhhh, No thanks, even if your son is cute, he’s a senior and goes to college out of state.
IT’S TRULY SAD HOW MY SUBCONSCIOUS WAS LIKE, “WAIT, A SINGLE MAN?! LEMME SEE A PICTURE OF THIS POSSIBLY WORTHY MALE!”
Will I ever stop over-analyzing and finally get past this?