Dating an entrepreneur
But not everyone wants to hang out with me – and yet, how can they tell me that?
This was one of the harder things I’ve had to accept, and I’m still not there. I want to hang out, find out what makes them tic, to learn all about the people who created this amazing, wonderful company he’s so passionate about. I let other folks set the terms of what our relationship will be.
He’s never sat on a stair with his head in his hands, wondering what the hell he was doing with his life.
I know enough that, when we go out to dinner with his colleagues and they talk shop, I am not left out. I don’t like not being able to understand the locals. There would be times that I wouldn’t be able to help. There would be – and still are – things that I can’t fix.
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. They aren’t the experts on the innerworkings of his soul and brain. If I listen carefully, I can hear the click of his computer. On the rare night that he goes to bed before me, or at the same time, I have trouble nodding off. ” 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?