I could feel my heart pound."Put these on," she purred, handing me a pair of modest Chinese silk pajamas "then this …and this," referring to combinations I never would have thought of, snapping away with her phone." I sighed, "I assume every man has children." Flinty-eyed, she continued, "That's not what I asked." So I typed: "Though I have a wonderful 17-year-old, I'm not looking to raise any other children." Saying what I wanted suddenly wasn't so hard. It turned out that his sister-in-law, who lived in Los Angeles, was a longtime friend of mine.One evening I noticed a nice-looking face and clicked on his profile. His cousin was an East Coast literary agent with whom I'd co-represented an author only a few years earlier.New Year’s Eve I received a text from an unfamiliar number (yes I had already deleted him from my contacts ). There was no way that I was going to say yes and let him think I didn’t have NY Eve plans, I said yes but another night. It left me starry eyed and all consumed while lying on blankets in the woods, dancing to rock ‘n roll love songs, and writing our names in the sand and the sky.
One of my colleagues, who was playing the part of my dating coach, was trying to get me to go up to a couple of guys that were there.During the 10-plus years I was a single parent, I was consumed by my career as a literary agent.This was the kind of job that involved long-range strategies and 24/7 focus.Let's have a look at your closet."I pulled out some of my nicest clothes and arranged them on the bed.She responded by tossing them aside and went right for the lingerie drawer.