If I were in my 30's.
If I were taller.
If I'd gone to an Ivy League school. Or any institution of so-called "higher learning."
If I had lived in Europe.
If I were working with a wealthy, successful entrepreneur with a fantastic home in Napa where I could take my new boyfriend.
But I'm not.
And I didn't.
And I don't.
(In a future post, I promise to extol my attributes.)
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