If Freud was right that life’s major tasks are love, work and play, Tyler Magnussen, 38, was earning an A+ on two of the three. Working his ass off day and night he had pulled himself up and out of his hardscrabble coal town, excelling in both high school and college that opened up the doors for him to be a scholarship student at a prestigious law school. After a few years working as a very junior member of a large law firm, Tyler secured a position as the in-house lawyer for a small corporation. Corporate law in a small business could be boring but it paid well – very well – and the work demands weren’t nearly as great as being in a large law firm. On top of that, Tyler actually enjoyed his work and his co-workers. Going to work was a pleasant and rewarding experience.
Anyone who knew Tyler knew that in the “play” department he was among the top of his class. With his natural athletic ability and his dedication to improvement, Tyler was a welcome addition to any softball, flag football or pick-up basketball game. He played a lot, round the year. Off the field he used his heavy paycheck to finance attendance at concerts and theatre plays, international vacation travel and almost anything fun that struck his fancy.
Tyler’s grade for “love”, though, was a “C” at best. After a string of short-term relationships, he married at 32 and was divorced by 36. Since his divorce he had dated only three women, one who was a one-night stand and two that should have been. To say that Tyler was on a long dry spell was like saying that the Pope is Catholic.
Tyler was mulling over his status in the love, work and play departments as he walked slowly around the block to the luxury hotel where the event that he was attending was being held. It was not something that he was looking forward to. The CEO of his company attended annually this large, corporate social event. Part glitz and glamour, part fund-raising for charity, it was a huge masquerade party. Just two days ago his CEO told Tyler that, very unexpectedly, he had to visit his ailing mother half a continent away. The CEO invited, no, demanded, Tyler to attend. With no time to find a costume suitable for a party where guests laid out hundreds of dollars for their attire, he had to rely on his boss’s costume – dressed up like a wolf complete with a headpiece that covered his face from his upper lip up. His boss had chosen this guise to symbolize his company as a hungry predator looking to gobble up the competition. Tyler had absolutely no desire to push this image.
As Tyler neared the hotel, though, a little smile crossed his face. “Although I am not going to portray a hostile predator, he thought, maybe they’ll be a Little Red Riding Hood to schmooze.”
Anyone who knew Tyler knew that in the “play” department he was among the top of his class. With his natural athletic ability and his dedication to improvement, Tyler was a welcome addition to any softball, flag football or pick-up basketball game. He played a lot, round the year. Off the field he used his heavy paycheck to finance attendance at concerts and theatre plays, international vacation travel and almost anything fun that struck his fancy.
Tyler’s grade for “love”, though, was a “C” at best. After a string of short-term relationships, he married at 32 and was divorced by 36. Since his divorce he had dated only three women, one who was a one-night stand and two that should have been. To say that Tyler was on a long dry spell was like saying that the Pope is Catholic.
Tyler was mulling over his status in the love, work and play departments as he walked slowly around the block to the luxury hotel where the event that he was attending was being held. It was not something that he was looking forward to. The CEO of his company attended annually this large, corporate social event. Part glitz and glamour, part fund-raising for charity, it was a huge masquerade party. Just two days ago his CEO told Tyler that, very unexpectedly, he had to visit his ailing mother half a continent away. The CEO invited, no, demanded, Tyler to attend. With no time to find a costume suitable for a party where guests laid out hundreds of dollars for their attire, he had to rely on his boss’s costume – dressed up like a wolf complete with a headpiece that covered his face from his upper lip up. His boss had chosen this guise to symbolize his company as a hungry predator looking to gobble up the competition. Tyler had absolutely no desire to push this image.
As Tyler neared the hotel, though, a little smile crossed his face. “Although I am not going to portray a hostile predator, he thought, maybe they’ll be a Little Red Riding Hood to schmooze.”