The hope is that eventually someone’s photo will leap out at you like a pop-up ad.
You could try breaking large tasks into tiny steps. It knows there’s a huge honkin’ task there, and that tiny step might expand to eat up our whole afternoon.
I was wined and dined along cobblestone sidewalks, and my guy went to Starbucks in the morning for lattes.
But before long I got way wrapped up in the allure of this routine, and truth was I was living a double life.
Soccer mom by day, flirty, carefree woman in heels come the weekend.
It got old quickly, and when my guy got weird about coming to my place for Friday-night pizza-and-a-movie with my son and me, things just seemed to fizzle.