I am happily single (most days) and about to try running a small business from my home.
I’ve been rearranging my ample sized bedroom in order to incorporate a small office. The thing is the relationship between how I am in my room and how I am at the office have always been two very different experiences.
My room has always been a place cluttered with clothes, plants and paraphernalia with a big space in the middle for my morning yoga mat. The only time it really gets clean is if I’m procrastinating or expecting visitors. My desk at work on the other hand is generally orderly and gets routinely cleared and organized at the end of the day.
Now I am faced with a crucial dilemma, how do I keep my room a welcoming space by night (where I can hopefully entertain handsome men from time to time) and create a presentable and productive work space by day?
Today I figured that the first step was dealing with the incredible mounds of laundry that have developed in different corners of my room. I decided that all I needed was a cool looking laundry hamper or chest where I could store away my piles of dirty clothes and deal with them at the end of the week.
I decide to deal with situation by taking a morning stroll in the Annex. Just five blocks into my walk I saw a beautiful wicker chest propped on the top of someone’s recycling box. I was so happily surprised I decided to cut my walk short and lug the 4ft wide by 1ft deep chest back to my house, feeling certain that my muscles would hold out for the journey.
Well, I managed the first half of the block as I awkwardly made my way back up the street. Slowly I started to feel the burn in my arms as the blessed chest began to feel heavier and heavier. By the time I reached the end of the block I felt like a fool as I stood leaning the chest against a lonely stop sign.
Just as I was about to make a second attempt, one of the most dreamy men I have seen in a long time asked me if I needed help. He was tall, slightly tanned, had freshly coiffed light brown hair with a friendly dimpled smile without an iota of sliminess. I was so incredibly impressed and shocked as we walked back to my house, holding each end of the chest, that it was all I could do to make interesting small talk. I thought perhaps the gods were smiling down on me with nothing to do but send me little gifts that morning. It was a sunny, friendly moment where I was reminded that we really do rely on the kindness (and good looks) of strangers to get us through the day.
When we reached my front porch I asked him his name but didn’t have the guts to ask him for his phone number. If my life was an episode from Sex in the City I would have invited him in for tea and ended making love to him on the kitchen table. Unfortunately that didn’t happen. While I may have missed a golden opportunity the experience totally made my day
