I’d opted for what I hoped was classic—white blouse with a charcoal-gray skirt and black pumps. It made me feel a little bit like Lois Lane, which seemed appropriate, given my new job. Now if only I could find my own Clark Kent. He didn’t even have to be Superman. Just a nice guy with a good job who liked dogs and would fall head over heels in love with me. Was that too much to ask?
