Good things about dating a married man
He’s never sat on a stair with his head in his hands, wondering what the hell he was doing with his life. I know enough that, when we go out to dinner with his colleagues and they talk shop, I am not left out. I don’t like not being able to understand the locals. There would be times that I wouldn’t be able to help. There would be – and still are – things that I can’t fix. Not when he needs to figure out how to be profitable. But after getting laid-off, I realized I needed to be as excited about something as Rand was about his work. Because time is scarce, and you can’t spend it arguing. If I press the point too much, he will get up and sit on my chest. I literally could not be here than I presently am.” But I insist. Because if any of these things were missing, our relationship would be different. Here are the things I didn’t know when I started dating an entrepreneur. I’m lucky: my husband finds the nonstop stream of vitriol emerging from my mouth to be adorable. I once told the board member of a prestigious national newspaper that modern journalism was “a bunch of crap” (I didn’t realize he was in the field at the time).
It’s all I can do not to scream and heave my laptop down the stairs, before I remember: they’re wrong. They don’t know how he looks when he wakes up in the morning. I miss you all the time.” It’s that simple, really. That’s not a requirement to be successful on the internet). And, as I stayed up late, working on a post that I couldn’t ignore until it was done, I understood. I suspect Rand starting his own company is why we fight so rarely. Run to say hi to someone, or get dragged into a conversation with a group. My only choice was to walk up to a group of strangers, introduce myself, and start talking.
I read his blog, I get to know his friends from work, I sneak into a session or two at the conferences where he speaks.