after work. I have to go, sorry, hon.”
Geraldine decided to forget about her meditation for a while. She was too churned up to relax, now, and speaking to Brogan hadn’t helped with that at all! She’d been so excited, on her behalf, it had just made her feel even more nervous. She was right about one thing, though, she would be mad to pass up an opportunity like this. Ben was booked solidly for months, probably years to come. He was very frugal with his time when it came to most people, and, yet, here he was offering to not only to coach her, but to take time to come out to events with her as well! He was making it all so easy for her, how could she possibly refuse? Inspired and reassured by the normalising effect of the conversation with Brogan, she reached for a pen and quickly signed the agreement before she had time to change her mind, hastily putting all thoughts of ever having to end up marrying Ben, safely to the back of it.
“So,” She sighed, into the empty room, somewhat nervously, “Let the games begin...”
Later that evening, when Brogan called back, she decided to play down the other (Ben- marrying) aspect of the coaching deal, and concentrate, instead, on the details around how it all came about and how she thought Ben was bound to make a relationship success of even a hopeless case like her. Brogan hung on her every word and quickly bagged herself a place at the seminar, as the unspecified "female friend".
All of Geraldine’s friends loved Ben, but somehow, he was mysteriously not any of their type. They all said he had an air about him, psychically, as if he already belonged to someone else. Geraldine, however, knew that what they were probably picking up on was the fact that Ben was still having a really hard time moving on after his divorce. In fact, there were times when she couldn’t help wondering whether, perhaps on some level, he was still in love with his ex-wife and secretly hoping for a reconciliation. He was certainly saving himself for someone, and without knowing the specifics of who or why, this seemed to be the one point on which everyone could safely agree.
C hapter 4
When Sunday finally arrived, Brogan could barely contain her excitement at the prospect of spending an entire day surrounded by coaching hotties. Geraldine wasn’t sure at this stage why she needed to bring a friend, but she was certainly glad to have one around at a time like this.
“So where do we start?” she asked Ben, as they stood just outside the hotel, before venturing in to register for the seminar.
Ben slipped quickly and seamlessly into coaching mode, “Okay,” he said, suddenly animated by the thrill of the quest. “The registering and the tea-breaks are the most important times for social interaction,” he said, rolling up his sleeves and running his hands through his hair a couple of times, for good measure. “At lunchtime, people tend to leave the building and go to different cafes and various other places to eat lunch. Your best opportunities come when everyone is here , together... mingling .”
“Wow...I love this!!!” said Brogan, beaming from ear to ear and almost literally jumping for joy! She looked as if she might start taking notes at any minute. Just the idea that there might actually be a tried and tested, common-sense strategy for meeting the man of your dreams was something that thrilled her beyond all previous expectations of being thrilled. Ben continued enthusiastically. “The only people left hanging around at lunchtime will be people with packed lunches and eating disorders. Get out of the building, there’s nothing here for you at lunchtime. Trust me; this is your optimum time. Brogan couldn’t understand what was wrong with packed lunches but Ben was onto it, before she even opened her mouth.
“Sad fact ladies, but the majority of men with packed lunches have wives or
Geraldine decided to forget about her meditation for a while. She was too churned up to relax, now, and speaking to Brogan hadn’t helped with that at all! She’d been so excited, on her behalf, it had just made her feel even more nervous. She was right about one thing, though, she would be mad to pass up an opportunity like this. Ben was booked solidly for months, probably years to come. He was very frugal with his time when it came to most people, and, yet, here he was offering to not only to coach her, but to take time to come out to events with her as well! He was making it all so easy for her, how could she possibly refuse? Inspired and reassured by the normalising effect of the conversation with Brogan, she reached for a pen and quickly signed the agreement before she had time to change her mind, hastily putting all thoughts of ever having to end up marrying Ben, safely to the back of it.
“So,” She sighed, into the empty room, somewhat nervously, “Let the games begin...”
Later that evening, when Brogan called back, she decided to play down the other (Ben- marrying) aspect of the coaching deal, and concentrate, instead, on the details around how it all came about and how she thought Ben was bound to make a relationship success of even a hopeless case like her. Brogan hung on her every word and quickly bagged herself a place at the seminar, as the unspecified "female friend".
All of Geraldine’s friends loved Ben, but somehow, he was mysteriously not any of their type. They all said he had an air about him, psychically, as if he already belonged to someone else. Geraldine, however, knew that what they were probably picking up on was the fact that Ben was still having a really hard time moving on after his divorce. In fact, there were times when she couldn’t help wondering whether, perhaps on some level, he was still in love with his ex-wife and secretly hoping for a reconciliation. He was certainly saving himself for someone, and without knowing the specifics of who or why, this seemed to be the one point on which everyone could safely agree.
C hapter 4
When Sunday finally arrived, Brogan could barely contain her excitement at the prospect of spending an entire day surrounded by coaching hotties. Geraldine wasn’t sure at this stage why she needed to bring a friend, but she was certainly glad to have one around at a time like this.
“So where do we start?” she asked Ben, as they stood just outside the hotel, before venturing in to register for the seminar.
Ben slipped quickly and seamlessly into coaching mode, “Okay,” he said, suddenly animated by the thrill of the quest. “The registering and the tea-breaks are the most important times for social interaction,” he said, rolling up his sleeves and running his hands through his hair a couple of times, for good measure. “At lunchtime, people tend to leave the building and go to different cafes and various other places to eat lunch. Your best opportunities come when everyone is here , together... mingling .”
“Wow...I love this!!!” said Brogan, beaming from ear to ear and almost literally jumping for joy! She looked as if she might start taking notes at any minute. Just the idea that there might actually be a tried and tested, common-sense strategy for meeting the man of your dreams was something that thrilled her beyond all previous expectations of being thrilled. Ben continued enthusiastically. “The only people left hanging around at lunchtime will be people with packed lunches and eating disorders. Get out of the building, there’s nothing here for you at lunchtime. Trust me; this is your optimum time. Brogan couldn’t understand what was wrong with packed lunches but Ben was onto it, before she even opened her mouth.
“Sad fact ladies, but the majority of men with packed lunches have wives or
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