Just Call Me “The Relationships Expert”
So, dear readers, believe it or not, Divanee isn’t actually the only magazine in my life: My full-time gig also has me editing and writing my life away at a magazine here in NYC. So last week, my editor at my day job (ie, not Miral-the-great-Sattar) approaches me to tell me she wants me to write a cover story.
In magazine-speak, this is a HUGE deal.
I’m all giddy and excited, eagerly awaiting more information on my most major assignment yet. I’d never heard of the subject before, but who cares. “She’s a model-turned-author,” my editor tells me, before promising to get me a copy of her latest book to prep before I go ahead with the interview.
So yesterday, she hands me the book. The title? “The One: Finding Soul Mate Love and Making It Last.”
You have got to be kidding me.
Such is my life: a conglomerate of cruel jokes; an amalgamation of ironies. I need some Cheetos.
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