Diary of a One-Legged Prostitute

onally, you stumble upon something unexpected-like a potential love interest. But dating when your professional life is

in order to get my mind off work. I was standing in front of a striki

Rothko,

tousled brown hair and a slightly disheveled look, as if he'

tilting my head to

thing so simple can ev

in simplicity, in stripping away the unneces

d by the painting. Then, he turned to me, e

His touch was warm and gentle, send

a bit. It wasn't a full-blown electric shoc

he meaning of art. He was intelligent, funny, and genuinely interested in what I had to say. It was refreshing,

for a moment. "I really enjoyed talking with you," he said, his eyes

rested in me? It sounded too good to be true. But then reality crashed down on me. How could I d

ed, my mind racing. "My schedu

es. "I understand," he said with a smile that didn't quite reach h

I felt a pang of regret. I knew I should just let it go-that dating Alex would only compl

iting to happen!" And you're probably right. But sometimes, the possibili

lex. I found myself replaying our conversations in my hea

to Simon about my romantic dile

m, don't you

mon. He's... different. He treats me like a per

n why not give it a shot? What'

about my job and realizes I'm not who he thin

la. You're amazing, and any guy would be lucky t

ecided to take a leap of faith. I pulled out Alex's busine

uzzed with a reply: "Absolutely

erge of something new and terrifying-a chance at love with

lery. He looked even more charming than I remembered

r for years. I found myself drawn to his warmth and genuine interest in the

rted to creep in. I knew I couldn't keep pretending fo

eone worth loving? Or will he turn away in disgust, realizing that