I spent last Saturday afternoon on a friend's balcony with two other friends, watching the rain, drinking tea and eating baguette with camembert.
You know, sometimes when I write about my life it sounds so chi chi even I have a hard time believing it. Anyway there we were three girls catching up and one friend made a comment about the kind of man that she sees me with. Supposedly, he is an alpha male with high ambition, a semi domineering personality, a high IQ and he wants to change the world. He is in a word Obama. Now I love Barack and I get that someone thinking I need an Obama-esque man is le crème de la compliments; but I have known for a while now that the life I am building requires Michelle Obama, not Barack.
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