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age gap) thus I am resorting to a traditional approach and asking you to spend the weekend with me at the Hamptons.
Unlike the Four Seasons, there are ample rooms and beds so we can sleep comfortably, privately and separately if it is your whim. I feel we’ll get to know each other more intimately without the luxury of text talk and other online communication exchanges to hide behind. They do provide a buffer for potential rejection, but, verbally clumsy oaf that I am, much of what I write can be misinterpreted by the reader.
At least in the flesh I have the opportunity to explain and retract the boorish words that tumble out of my mouth. I’d be honored if you would give me the pleasure of your company from Friday to Monday, to while away a weekend with the sole purpose of spending quality time with you. Take your time to think it over. There’s no pressure. As things currently stand it’s very easy to cut me from your life, although I hope you won’t.
Thank you for last night and sharing breakfast with me this morning.
Kind Regards, Oscar.’
It was lovable, it was raw, it was unpretentious, it was brave and it was open. Facing the prospect of never seeing Oscar when she closed the door to his suite that morning, a stabbing pain tore through her chest—far too close to her heart. The physical response to not exploring the spark between them could not be ignored. Complicating her feelings towards Oscar, Katy’s emotions were a weaving spider-web.
The breakthrough glow upon receipt of his email had Katy accepting the invite, for no reason other than she wanted to get to know Oscar better. He was certainly one of a kind. The accent and confident oddball attitude was endearing and sexy. Expecting a dignified, polite and reserved man, Oscar was alive, spirited and ready to embrace life and the unexpected obstacles it bombarded. He was edgy, but not unsafe.
His concern and care were demonstrative of a sensitive and thoughtful man. He was nothing like the frosty British billionaire she’d fantasized about demonizing in a ‘tell-all’ article.
Calling into question her own moral stance was the major stumbling block. Caught in the crossfire of her boss’s anger, she’d used Oscar’s invite as a ‘get-out-of-jail’ card. Deflecting John’s attention from her whereabouts, it upset the scales regarding how she felt about the weekend.
‘It’s dreadfully unfair that I have to go trawling through thrift shop after thrift shop when you won’t confide even the tiniest detail as to why.’
Julia’s whining voice cut through the random pressing thoughts creating a thicker and thicker web in Katy’s brain. The mind clutter was preventing her from clearing away the web to reassess the situation. Her bespectacled friend, with mousy hair cut in a bob and hazel eyes, was distraught at the thought of a secret coming between them. Having purchased disappointingly few outfits at the local thrift shops, Julia readily agreed to journey to the Big Apple with Katy to find the final five items of clothing required.
‘A bit of background would give me a feel as to what clothes will be best suited,’ Julia soldiered on, detecting a slight chink in her friend’s armor.
By badgering her and playing on the length of their friendship she could emotionally blackmail Katy into confidence.
‘It’s for work.’
‘What you need a,’ Julia ran a finger down the shopping list scribbled a torn off piece of note paper, ‘You need a designer bikini to attend court?’
‘No,’ sighed a worn out Katy.
The mounting pressure from work conflicting with her personal life made resisting Julia’s continual pestering close to impossible.
‘All I can say is I’m doing an undercover piece. Nothing major that’ll shake the nation, but it does require a wardrobe fitting of New York’s elite.’
‘Sounds fun. Can I tag along?’
‘You won’t find a man by following me on assignments. I mean, you work for an online dating
Unlike the Four Seasons, there are ample rooms and beds so we can sleep comfortably, privately and separately if it is your whim. I feel we’ll get to know each other more intimately without the luxury of text talk and other online communication exchanges to hide behind. They do provide a buffer for potential rejection, but, verbally clumsy oaf that I am, much of what I write can be misinterpreted by the reader.
At least in the flesh I have the opportunity to explain and retract the boorish words that tumble out of my mouth. I’d be honored if you would give me the pleasure of your company from Friday to Monday, to while away a weekend with the sole purpose of spending quality time with you. Take your time to think it over. There’s no pressure. As things currently stand it’s very easy to cut me from your life, although I hope you won’t.
Thank you for last night and sharing breakfast with me this morning.
Kind Regards, Oscar.’
It was lovable, it was raw, it was unpretentious, it was brave and it was open. Facing the prospect of never seeing Oscar when she closed the door to his suite that morning, a stabbing pain tore through her chest—far too close to her heart. The physical response to not exploring the spark between them could not be ignored. Complicating her feelings towards Oscar, Katy’s emotions were a weaving spider-web.
The breakthrough glow upon receipt of his email had Katy accepting the invite, for no reason other than she wanted to get to know Oscar better. He was certainly one of a kind. The accent and confident oddball attitude was endearing and sexy. Expecting a dignified, polite and reserved man, Oscar was alive, spirited and ready to embrace life and the unexpected obstacles it bombarded. He was edgy, but not unsafe.
His concern and care were demonstrative of a sensitive and thoughtful man. He was nothing like the frosty British billionaire she’d fantasized about demonizing in a ‘tell-all’ article.
Calling into question her own moral stance was the major stumbling block. Caught in the crossfire of her boss’s anger, she’d used Oscar’s invite as a ‘get-out-of-jail’ card. Deflecting John’s attention from her whereabouts, it upset the scales regarding how she felt about the weekend.
‘It’s dreadfully unfair that I have to go trawling through thrift shop after thrift shop when you won’t confide even the tiniest detail as to why.’
Julia’s whining voice cut through the random pressing thoughts creating a thicker and thicker web in Katy’s brain. The mind clutter was preventing her from clearing away the web to reassess the situation. Her bespectacled friend, with mousy hair cut in a bob and hazel eyes, was distraught at the thought of a secret coming between them. Having purchased disappointingly few outfits at the local thrift shops, Julia readily agreed to journey to the Big Apple with Katy to find the final five items of clothing required.
‘A bit of background would give me a feel as to what clothes will be best suited,’ Julia soldiered on, detecting a slight chink in her friend’s armor.
By badgering her and playing on the length of their friendship she could emotionally blackmail Katy into confidence.
‘It’s for work.’
‘What you need a,’ Julia ran a finger down the shopping list scribbled a torn off piece of note paper, ‘You need a designer bikini to attend court?’
‘No,’ sighed a worn out Katy.
The mounting pressure from work conflicting with her personal life made resisting Julia’s continual pestering close to impossible.
‘All I can say is I’m doing an undercover piece. Nothing major that’ll shake the nation, but it does require a wardrobe fitting of New York’s elite.’
‘Sounds fun. Can I tag along?’
‘You won’t find a man by following me on assignments. I mean, you work for an online dating
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