Dating an entrepreneur
” I’ve occasionally made things worse for my husband, professionally.
The bomb shelter is secure, but I figure we’ll never have to use it. I once had another high-profile CEO (one who, coincidentally, I worked for back when I was an admin) stare at me blankly before saying, “You don’t have much of a filter, do you?
I miss you all the time.” It’s that simple, really.
That’s not a requirement to be successful on the internet).
No guarantee that you’ll have health insurance, or even another paycheck. There will never be a party that he attends until the end.
Without missing a beat, he replied, “Do it all again.” And that’s when it hit me: there will never be free weekends. And I will always fall asleep to the sound of his keyboard clicking.
I fall asleep to the glow of of his office light creeping in around our closed bedroom door.
I literally could not be here than I presently am.” But I insist. Because if any of these things were missing, our relationship would be different. Here are the things I didn’t know when I started dating an entrepreneur. They’ve told me everything from how I don’t deserve Rand (Well, duh, assholes.) to what a talentless moron I am (Meh. It’s all I can do not to scream and heave my laptop down the stairs, before I remember: they’re wrong. They don’t know how he looks when he wakes up in the morning. And, as I stayed up late, working on a post that I couldn’t ignore until it was done, I understood. I suspect Rand starting his own company is why we fight so rarely. Run to say hi to someone, or get dragged into a conversation with a group. My only choice was to walk up to a group of strangers, introduce myself, and start talking.