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How Do You Know?
by Meredith Schorr
On the eve of her thirty-ninth birthday, Maggie Piper doesn’t look, act, or feel much different than she
As Maggie reenters the New York City dating jungle, suitors present themselves quickly, but who is “The One?” Is he a sexy coworker, one of many bachelors at a speed-dating event, or is he the man she already set free? How do you know? Her fun-loving friends and supportive family, including meddlesome “no-filter” Aunt Helen, eagerly share their (often unsolicited) opinions, but Maggie is determined to find her own way, even if she falls on her face—repeatedly.
Now for an Excerpt:
“What kind of accolades do you think I receive from my esteemed colleagues?”
I scratch my chin, pretending to ponder the question. “I would imagine people have commented positively on your skills as an attorney.”
Dismissing me with a wave of his hand, Philip says, “Good attorneys are a dime a dozen in this place. Or at least I hope so.”
“Okay. What about that you’re approachable and friendly?”
Philip gives me a closed-mouth smile and nods. “I suppose I’ve heard that before, but it’s not exactly a blush-worthy compliment now, is it?”
I cock my head to the side. “I wasn’t aware you were hoping for a compliment which would make you blush.” As Philip remains riveted in place, seemingly eager for my next words, it dawns on me this is my chance to “work it.”
Philip rubs the back of his neck. “Oh, now I’m fishing. I’m being silly. Let’s forget I brought it—”
Interrupting him, I say, “How about you have the most beautiful brown eyes I’ve ever seen on a man?”
In the mere seconds it takes him to respond, I feel like I’ve aged several years, and as I wonder whether what I’d said could be construed as sexual harassment in the work place, I think I might throw up.
His hand still stroking his neck, he mumbles, “Well, Maggie Piper, I’ll be damned. You did it.”
“Did what?” I ask in a low voice. Got myself fired?
About the Author:
A born-and-bred New Yorker, Meredith Schorr discovered her passion for writing when she began to enjoy drafting work-related emails way more than she was probably supposed to. After trying her hand penning children’s stories and blogging her personal experiences, Meredith found her calling writing chick lit and humorous women’s fiction. She secures much inspiration from her day job as a hardworking trademark paralegal and her still-single (but looking) status. Meredith is a loyal New York Yankees fan, an avid runner, and an unashamed television addict. To learn more, visit her at www.meredithschorr.com.
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