“You don’t really show your hand. You keep your cards close to your chest,” a man said to me once while I was living in Paris (one of my favorite phrases to throw into a sentence, as people who know me are aware). I’ve thought about this description of me a few times over the years. At that moment I was young, single, living in Paris. When I heard that observation I probably felt sly. Mysterious. Clever, even.
Wildcards welcome.
Wildcards welcome.
Wildcards welcome.
“You don’t really show your hand. You keep your cards close to your chest,” a man said to me once while I was living in Paris (one of my favorite phrases to throw into a sentence, as people who know me are aware). I’ve thought about this description of me a few times over the years. At that moment I was young, single, living in Paris. When I heard that observation I probably felt sly. Mysterious. Clever, even.