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My first PR!!! I finally did it....I ran a 5K. Granted some people might have walked it faster but I don't care. I ran it at my own pace and crossed the finish line with the lawyer cheering me on. It rocked. The sun was shining and the wind blew gently as I neared the finish line. I fought back tears as Sheryl Crow crooned "Sweet Child Of Mine" and thought...I never fathomed I could run a race and I just did it.
Me and the boy after the race this morning

















The week was pretty stellar as these things go. I had an amazing work event on Thursday and felt recommitted to my job as all my hardwork and leadership was praised. The big man was pleased with our work and days like that make me remember why I work like I do for a small part of the fashion world. I could do worse:)





The boss man in the flesh: Tommy Hilfiger and models @ a photo op on Thursday.





Third Eye Blind playing for Tommy appearance in Union Square, DT San Francisco.

It's official

After a month of questioning and lots of work chaos, I have something important to report....I have a bonafide boyfriend.

You might be wondering who the poor man is and if you guessed lawyer boy from my previous post, you would be correct. So let me clarify a little.

After my last post, I was pretty upset. This guy is great on paper and every other way. I always say I want a great guy and here he is right before my very eyes and I can't get into it. The inevitable happened and it was, as I thought, kind of lack luster. I added it my list of why I don't like him. My very dear friend finally told me, "If you really believe you deserve happiness then you will jump off the cliff and let someone love who you really are. He's a great guy. Everyone has flaws. Cut the man some slack. You do it everywhere else in your life. Stop making excuses and do it already."

Wow. Big words for someone who is always saying about absolutely everything and everyone in life: you only live once. So I let him be nice to me. We kept going to dinner and spending quality time together. I told him about work and went on about Project Runway and how my crazy Asian neighbor is weird. He laughed and smiled. He walked my dog on bad work days (almost every day for the last month). He woke up and went for runs at 5 am though I'm sure he wanted to sleep in. He brought me coffee when my days started at 4 am and dinner when they ended at 9 pm (did I mention they were the same day?).

And then one night after a work event, he walked the dog and did the most wonderful thing any man I've ever dated has ever done for me....he cleaned my house. He loaded and unloaded the dishwasher. He took out all the trash and put my clothes in the hampers. He made my bed and picked up the countless shoes that littered my little apartment from working like a Hebrew slave. And then he left. When I came home from the event, I was too tired to notice but the next morning, I cried. Any man willing to clean my house and listen to how my job has sucked and will still walk my moody tempermental dog even after he's bitten you, just has to be good.

So I told him he was wonderful. I thanked him for every thing he did without question and told him I didn't deserve any of it. And of course, he smiled and said, "No, you don't dear. You deserve even more." Who is this man?!

I couldn't stand it any longer. I said yes I want to be your girlfriend if you are willing to put up with the hot mess that I am. My lawyer boy smiled again and said, "Was there ever any question?"

Man lottery. I've won the man lottery.