apparently, Sex in the City and cookie dough.
I called my very dear and always supportive friend Leona and told her what had happened. Of course she responded, “Thank God! He didn’t treat you right anyway.” Now, Leona had only met Dennis once, but like many others, had heard my stories.
randomly, i think we all know that women are much more vocal about the bad things their men do. unless there’s jewelry involved, i suppose. but Dennis had often fallen victim to people not liking him because of my bad stories. women should share more good stories. especially if you have even the smallest desire that your friends like him.
Leona took me to Red Rocks, then to a casino, and then back to her place for a Sex and the City marathon and a lot of cookie dough.
