#dashing men

Once, a long time ago, someone whispered a little something in my ear. Now, it seems strange that after all these years I still bear in mind those words. Maybe a simple over-exageration in my seven-year-old mind found poignance in the matter or, perhaps, I am waiting for the reality in the truth spoken to me. Whatever the circumstances, practically every morning I wake up by 6am, prepare for the day, and watch the sun rise with a cup of black coffee in hand. From my balcony, the city below creeps and crawls with life. On the horizon, the ocean glimmers with sunlight and dots of various ships-in and out of harbor-shimmer with life. All of this I take in as I ponder over the simple phrase, "The Sun Also Rises in the West."

Three years have passed, since I first moved into this high-rise. The hustle and bustle of city life never held much appeal to my plain-existence mind-set. Yet, after college I found myself in the fast-track with a corporation entitled, Jaccobssen Bros., Inc. Needless to say, my invaluable skills meant that working remotely from home no longer felt practical with the company. More responsibility meant more human interaction, and driving an hour in bumper to bumper traffic everyday frankly, was not happening. Thus, a bigger paycheck easily afforded me a cushy apartment close to the towering office of Jaccobssen Bros., Inc. with the added perk of convenient walking distance to anything and everything. However, nothing about my living space indicates that I have lived here for more than month. Sparse furniture, a few recently accumulated pizza boxes and empty beer bottles, and, being a typical tidy person, no layers of dust on top of furniture or dancing dust bunnies under the furniture. Bachelor pad? Yes. Needing a woman's touch? Badly.