by Waldorfia Tomosky
He asked me out to dinner for a pre-interview meeting.
“It isn’t a date” he insisted. I needed the job and quickly agreed.
We made arrangements to meet in my hotel lobby. It was quite proper and the atmosphere was elegant. Besides, it added to my own elegance. The strapless little black dress should keep him from thinking too far ahead of me. Twitterpation is a good thing even though it is not a word. Guys are so easy to twitterpate.
He entered the hotel lobby as if he owned it. In reality, he did, I just didn’t know it at the time. His command presence forced all eyes in his direction. A tall stature and rugged looks caught everyone’s attention. The stride was purposeful but not military. His face may be more difficult to explain. He was not Hollywood handsome yet it had character deeply etched and visible for all to see. As he walked directly toward me I was pleased to share in the attention. It was a nice change to be noticed. My last two years in graduate school were spent in the lab. No little black dresses there; just sexless white smocks. Even when I left the top buttons of my smock open no attention was paid. Of course the birka-like protective headwear didn’t help either.
I had been out of grad school for a whole year but was not able to find a job. It seemed as though the whole world of research had dried up. My father was not much help. He destroyed my self-confidence when he shared his opinion about my neck tattoo and nose diamond.
So there I was, standing in the middle of an elegant hotel lobby, meeting a famous editor who was interested in my work.