Because I have a vagina. Among other things.
Good Guy
So many things I want to say, but due to the lack of time, I’ll keep it short and go with, FUCK HIM. I’m guessing the ‘other things’ are the fact that you’re a rock star at your job and he’s not.
Not to toot my own horn, but I’m good at my job.
Good Guy
He’s sexist, that threatens him. And that’s on him for being a piece of shit.
You really think he’s threatened?
Good Guy
Women like you terrify small men. I know we just met, but I can tell, without a shadow of a doubt, you’re smart, and clever, and quick-witted, and nervy, and unique, and self-assured.
I feel like I may have pulled the wool over your eyes, but I want to believe that.
Good Guy
Sometimes you don’t have to believe it to be it. It’s just who you are, Sophie.
I’m much more ordinary than you seem to believe, but I appreciate the vote of confidence more than you’ll ever know.
Good Guy
You’re not ordinary. I’ve seen your photos—ordinary people don’t see the world through the eyes you do.
Compliments are hard, so I skip the acknowledgment and circle back since we need to wrap this up.
I haven’t interviewed in years. Any tips?
Good Guy
Confidence tempered by humility is my favorite combination, but check your humility at the door. Everyone else will. This is a competition. Head high. Go fight for yourself. BE SOPHIE.
I feel like this might require a playlist. Isn’t that how pro athletes get pumped before a big game?
A link to a video of“Little Girl Gone”by Chinchilla appears.
I laugh and quote the song.
“Hold my earrings…”
Good Guy
Go get ‘em, killer!
You live up to your title, Good Guy. Thanks. Truly.
Good Guy
You feel better?
Honestly, I still feel like throwing up. But also, someone is going to get this job, and why shouldn’t that someone be me.
It should be a question, but I end the sentence with a period because that’s how I feel.Good Guy is good for my self-esteem.
