Christy The Writer

I was chatting this afternoon with a man I have known casually for a few months. He was leaning against the wall, smiling down at me, all warmth and humor and dimply smiles. Just before he walked away, he pressed his card into my palm and said, “Let me know if you ever want to chat or anything.”

Assuming he was hitting on me, I smiled and blushed a little. And when he was gone, I glanced at the card and saw that he’s a psychiatrist. And THAT, my friends, is the story of my life.