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Dislike of the overuse of Oliva for a cat - TS vibes
I thought about it for a moment. Would I be willing to go on a date with one of the farmhands around here? I tried to picture myself eating a banana split with one of them at the Creamery. I shook my head. They were all so quiet, and I couldn't live like that. I already lived with deafening silence for years, I didn't want to live quietly with another person. If I was going to live with a man, I wanted him to be a yapper. Maybe even more of a yapper than me. That way, I'd never get bored.
what women wanted. A wealthy, tall man.
Flyover country could never be more beautiful to me. I drove into the setting sun surrounded by plains and winding hills, with stunning citrus shades of orange and yellow shining on the whole earth.
I always did the same thing every night. Eat noodles, play exactly two rounds of solitaire, and read a few chapters of a book before falling asleep with it on my face. I’ll never be able to loan them out to anyone because they all had drool stains.
Olivia. There was a name you didn’t hear much anymore.
I was in deep, standing there in a dusty railway car in the middle of nowhere Oklahoma. What was I going to do?
Productivity over people was not a lifestyle I would be able to handle.
If this town ever decided to be a tourist trap, she would be their number one tour guide.
She spun around, the dust swirling around her as the light hit golden hour. She looked like an angel, spinning in a spotlight with cowboy boots and crazy hair. What had I ever done to get to lay eyes on such a beautiful woman? Suddenly, all the money in the world didn't seem adequate to be deserving of the love and affection of someone like her. I desperately needed to figure out what would be.
Forbidden romance always lent itself to creative ways to flirt.
Pasta was my holy grail around here. My “girl dinner” as the kids said.
The problem was, no amount of phone calls or temporary help was going to fix the fact that I could handle it all on my own, but didn't want to anymore.
"Son," he addressed me as he pulled the tie all the way off his neck, "if there is one thing I've learned working in the companies I have, it's that they don't care about you. They care about getting as much out of you as they can and then replacing you with a cheaper, younger model.
