Dear Zazz: I’m a reporter–or perhaps I should say I was a reporter–on a big Chicago newspaper. I come into contact with all kinds of important people every day, but none of them ever meant squat to me until the day I met HER. She was young, smart, attractive, moving up in the world. My heart went zing!
So I told my boss about her and asked to be given a different assignment. All he did was give me another beat in the same building, so I still saw her every day.
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She meant a lot to me. I couldn’t help talking about her to the guys in the newsroom. Maybe I was living off some of her fame and they got a little jealous.
HEAD IN THE CLOUDS
I’m sort of cute and men have always wanted to take care of me. That’s how I ended up with the job I have now–head of a big department in City Hall. You see, the mayor needed me because I’m Hispanic and can bring him a lot of votes.
Dear Grounded: Stop torturing yourself. You’ve got a great career ahead of you. Forget him. You want to make an omelet, you’ve got to break some eggs.
But she double-crossed me. She wouldn’t do business with my buddies. And she couldn’t keep her mouth shut. She even blabbed to this newspaper reporter she was seeing.
