I don't let myself overthink the hug after the interview. How it lasted too long. How it was a little too tight. How he walked me to the front door; out of view from his business partners, his wife. I willfully ignore the drop in my stomach, the quickening of my heartbeat. How conceited, in fact. Not every man you meet wants to get with you, Megan. Stop playing the victim. When he calls for a follow-up meeting, I let myself feel optimistic about my chances. Maybe I'll get the