After our fight, I had planned on punishing My Boyfriend by sleeping on the couch. But it ended up being really cold that night, so later I crept in bed.
I made sure to keep myself and The Cat on our side though.
The next morning when he said, “I love you, Tracey,” before he left for work, I rolled away from him and didn’t respond.
Which is something I promised myself I would never, ever do.
Last Spring one of Thalia’s friends, Alicia, who now is a friend of mine, asked me to join her “Do One Thing a Month That is Out of Your Comfort Zone” group. This group would meet on a weekend day and participate in a challenging dance class or a creative painting class or a unique cooking class or any of the other cool classes NYC had to offer. It was after one of these classes, when I spotted the storefront that would change my life.
“Do you have any news?”
Marc shook his head as he flipped open his take-out container. “Not really. I keep hearing conflicting reports.”
“Yeah, me too,” I sighed. “I mean, it could be as early as mid-March, late as June. That’s what I’ve heard.”
“What a fuckshow,” he said and then dug into his tiramisu.
One of our office mates joined us in the conference room. “So when do you think the next round of layoffs is coming?”
Marc and I gave each other the side-eye. “Who knows?” I said airily. Marc became engrossed in his dessert and I became entranced with the snowfall outside our Park Avenue window. The room became heavily silent.
Our coworker left, knowing she wasn’t going to infiltrate this meeting.
Of course I saw it coming. We all did.
I, maybe even more than most.
Because one of the perks of my previous role as an Assistant to the Executives was that I became friends with a lot of different people from all the varied departments. So when the news began to slowly seep throughout the company, I was privy to a lot of pertinent information.
But still, this information didn’t make me take any action.
Not Quite A Cougar 