The Eight-Minute Date: How I Fired My Arrogant Match
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A year ago, he threw out a casual, "I don't think we're a good fit," and walked away without looking back.
There were two coffees on the table. He hadn't touched his.
He left me the bill.
A year later, he was standing at my office door.
His face was ghost-white.
His hands were shaking.
"Ms.... Ms. Miller?"
I looked at him and smiled.
"Come in. And close the door."
