This post could alternately be titled:
The One That Made D Cry at Her Desk, or
Maybe Dying Alone Isn’t So Bad, or
WHY? JUST, WHY?!
We just started chatting yesterday afternoon (about totally normal topics, I might add). He asked for my number this morning. More normal conversation, until he asked me about my dress code as a lawyer, a seemingly innocuous question. That quickly devolved into this. We have “known” each other for less than 24 hours.
I can’t even.