The Perfect Fit
A while ago, when there wasn’t the big relocation and then the big exile, my colleague S and I were talking about how to gain hand in an industry that favors testosterone over the feminine and we were made aware of some power girls in New York who were attending a seminar on how to get ahead. It all came down to having this one item to pull out of your trick bag. When negotiating with a man the woman should look him in the eye and think “I am thinking about my pussy” – we got a good laugh out of this but then decided on a lark to try it out at our next round of client meetings. I had a little more success with it as S got the giggles everytime she thought it, which kind of broke the spell. We still laugh about it but I’ve come to believe there may be a little something in this – the leader of the seminar said thinking this instilled a certain power that was transcibed in your facial expression – but what it does is put you on a level playing field – because if you can think about business and sex during a one hour meeting chances are highly likely that you are on the same plane as the man sitting across from you.
Yesterday was one of those serendipitous days where things just fit together perfectly – I was able to escape the confines of Arlington, spend time in an area where I had more in common, and then return in a daze that persisted into the evening to Nagin issuing a statement that said if the EPA test comes in goody on Monday, he is opening back up Uptown, the French Quarter, and Algiers for residents to come home permanently – he said he is sick of the sound of helicopters and wants to hear jazz. It doesn’t matter to me if he is a Guiliani or not, he is a homeboy and that makes him a hero to me.
I slept last night the sleep of the dead and woke up less dazed, more relaxed, albeit to Arlene quivering on the bed because there was yet again another smoke alarm going off. W came in to give me a kiss this morning and as he puckered you could see the missing two front teeth – the third one came out Monday. He seems to have given up his quest to move to the “new apartment” (the sitting area by the pool) and was happily doing hip hop dancing before leaving for school.
K is back on the scene, with a phone call to L that she can’t stop thinking about him. L said she was settling for safe T and now second guessing that decision. How are we to ever know ourselves?
A phone call this AM to C&P who are staying at a lake house in Alabama – they said they are surrounded by beauty – my response is we are surrounded by the absence of it.