Three years ago, all I could think is, I took this test once already and I don’t want to take it again. Not only did I dread taking the test again, I was embarrassed that I failed the test the first time. Nonetheless, I had to take the test again and pass it this time in order to remain in my current position at my company. At this point, I only had 30 days to make the grade.
Obviously, I didn’t initially have the tools I needed to pass the test. After a little bit of crying and a lot of thought, I knew who did have the tools to help me win. He was the smart man, with a clean look, a stable salary, a BMW and a 401K, but that shouldn’t matter. Should it? It did because this was the same man who grabbed me by my shoulders, looked me in the eyes and said slowly, “Lady, I am trying to get with you. I. Am. Trying. To get with you.” (Yeah, you guessed it. I’m not the type of woman who picks up on flirtations very easy.) “Yeah,” I said, “I don’t think that will work out.” I know that had to hurt him, but that wasn’t where my mind was during that time. Either way, regardless of the past, this is a smart man, and, well, he was the source. I had to ask him for help.