Chapter 3.8: The Red Dress Incident - True Story
Sometimes I wonder if men realize how much women overanalyze their body language. Probably not. Because apparently, one little step backward can send a woman into an entire psychological investigation. But let me start at the beginning. I had rented a room at the Aloft. Not for romance. Not for a man. For PEACE . Sometimes I needed somewhere to escape Mommy Dearest's hoarding torture chamber. My mother has somehow decided that every plant on Earth deserves a home inside our tiny condo. Every. Single. Plant. At some point I stopped asking where the next plant was going and simply accepted that I was apparently living in a botanical hostage situation. So I rented a hotel room. My daughter and I deserved a little peace. I invited my friend Tati and her two little girls because they all get along beautifully with my daughter. She loved the idea, especially because it gave her a little time to enjoy herself with her man while the girls had their own little vacation. Everybody won. I t...
