Give Me SOME Credit

I have a certain very sweet coworker. She's always bringing me advice or ideas for my job hunt or why can't her son meet a girl like me instead of the girl he's dating or that if I walk to work she's going to drive me home because she doesn't think its safe and so on.

Today, we ran into each other in the hall and were exchanging our usual pleasantries. We discussed how I can't meet anyone at work and I told her a funny story about a time when I had to pretend my best guy friend was my boyfriend so that this other guy would stop hitting on me. Then I said, "On the other hand, I kind of met someone last week."

"Oh? At that [our field] event?"

"Actually, yes."

"So he's a [what we are]?"

"Yep."

"He'll never make any money."

"So? Neither will I. Doesn't matter to me. I'm not in it for the money."

"You say that now . . ."

ACK! Really? Just be happy for me, mmmkay?

And everything else? I appreciate your concern, but I have a mother, thanks.