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it. I called him “ Fluffy ” a couple of times but he seemed not to respond, so then I had an inspiration. I called him “ Samson, ” and he looked right up and said, “ Meow. ” We looked into each other ’ s eyes and a bond was formed.
Day by day we grew closer. At first we were friendly acquaintances, slowly getting to know each other. Then we were friends, enjoying each other ’ s company. Then we both recognized that it was love. Now every day I come in at the end of the day, set the mail down on the table, where Samson stands happily greeting me. Before I can do another thing, he jumps into my arms for a hug and a kiss. And I carry him over to the sofa where we sit with him purring in my lap as I pet him.
At night when I ’ m ready to go to sleep, Samson come in to be with me. He jumps first into my lap, then almost climbs onto my chest, where he sits, gazing adoringly into my eyes. He rubs his little cheek against my cheek and he purrs happily. Sometimes when my hair is spread out on the pillow, he reaches for it with his paws, kneading away and purring like a motor as he gives me a cat massage, while I sit back relaxed against the circle of his adoration. It is like being made love to by a devoted partner, and it is wonderful.
Samson is completely focused in everything he does, and I admire that. When he expresses his love for me, there is nothing else on his mind, and I feel blessed as the object of his devotion. And now that he has come into my life, I am happy and content. I don ’ t worry so much about meeting a man and I don ’ t feel lonely. I have love to receive and to share, and it is wonderful to experience. It ’ s not that I think that Samson is my whole life or my complete future, because I know that my destiny still lies before me like uncharted territory. I do think he is more than a pet, however. He is my little true love and be brings me happiness in a greater amount than I have ever experienced before. Soulmates come in all sizes and shapes — and species, I guess.
Kevin
The Near Miss
My first large project after I moved to Los Angeles was a multi-corporation recapitalization. It kept me so busy that I hardly had time to look for a house, but since Lou seemed happy enough to have me staying with him, I didn ’ t worry about it. Because the work load was so heavy and all the support staff was overburdened already, I asked for a temp to get me through this project. That was how I met Holly.
From the moment she arrived at the desk outside my office and we were introduced, there was a chemistry. I wanted to explore a romance with her immediately and when she looked into my eyes, I knew that the feeling was mutual. There was fire in her glance that I read as a passion for life and a response to me. My first thought was that it was too bad they hadn ’ t sent me a middle-aged, overweight temp, because Holly was just too much of a distraction and I had enough pressure on this job already. It had to be just business or we would never get through it. I also didn ’ t want to start off in the firm by making a bad impression by dating a co-worker, usually a no no.
I didn ’ t even call her by her first name. It was always “ Ms. Burke, ” and she therefore called me “ Mr. Samson. ” Each day I would come into the office early, and she would be sitting at her desk already, waiting to greet me. We smiled and it was as though some sort of unspoken bond of intimacy was being formed and I fantasized about what it would be like to be involved with this cheerful, friendly woman. She was always neat and well groomed, and despite the casual atmosphere of most businesses here in L.A. , Holly always turned up in a suit, a string of glistening pearls around her neck, and her hair tied back in some kind of chic knot rather than loose and tempting. I would greet her and she would look at me with those fiery eyes, reaching to finger her pearls as we talked. I imagines that
Day by day we grew closer. At first we were friendly acquaintances, slowly getting to know each other. Then we were friends, enjoying each other ’ s company. Then we both recognized that it was love. Now every day I come in at the end of the day, set the mail down on the table, where Samson stands happily greeting me. Before I can do another thing, he jumps into my arms for a hug and a kiss. And I carry him over to the sofa where we sit with him purring in my lap as I pet him.
At night when I ’ m ready to go to sleep, Samson come in to be with me. He jumps first into my lap, then almost climbs onto my chest, where he sits, gazing adoringly into my eyes. He rubs his little cheek against my cheek and he purrs happily. Sometimes when my hair is spread out on the pillow, he reaches for it with his paws, kneading away and purring like a motor as he gives me a cat massage, while I sit back relaxed against the circle of his adoration. It is like being made love to by a devoted partner, and it is wonderful.
Samson is completely focused in everything he does, and I admire that. When he expresses his love for me, there is nothing else on his mind, and I feel blessed as the object of his devotion. And now that he has come into my life, I am happy and content. I don ’ t worry so much about meeting a man and I don ’ t feel lonely. I have love to receive and to share, and it is wonderful to experience. It ’ s not that I think that Samson is my whole life or my complete future, because I know that my destiny still lies before me like uncharted territory. I do think he is more than a pet, however. He is my little true love and be brings me happiness in a greater amount than I have ever experienced before. Soulmates come in all sizes and shapes — and species, I guess.
Kevin
The Near Miss
My first large project after I moved to Los Angeles was a multi-corporation recapitalization. It kept me so busy that I hardly had time to look for a house, but since Lou seemed happy enough to have me staying with him, I didn ’ t worry about it. Because the work load was so heavy and all the support staff was overburdened already, I asked for a temp to get me through this project. That was how I met Holly.
From the moment she arrived at the desk outside my office and we were introduced, there was a chemistry. I wanted to explore a romance with her immediately and when she looked into my eyes, I knew that the feeling was mutual. There was fire in her glance that I read as a passion for life and a response to me. My first thought was that it was too bad they hadn ’ t sent me a middle-aged, overweight temp, because Holly was just too much of a distraction and I had enough pressure on this job already. It had to be just business or we would never get through it. I also didn ’ t want to start off in the firm by making a bad impression by dating a co-worker, usually a no no.
I didn ’ t even call her by her first name. It was always “ Ms. Burke, ” and she therefore called me “ Mr. Samson. ” Each day I would come into the office early, and she would be sitting at her desk already, waiting to greet me. We smiled and it was as though some sort of unspoken bond of intimacy was being formed and I fantasized about what it would be like to be involved with this cheerful, friendly woman. She was always neat and well groomed, and despite the casual atmosphere of most businesses here in L.A. , Holly always turned up in a suit, a string of glistening pearls around her neck, and her hair tied back in some kind of chic knot rather than loose and tempting. I would greet her and she would look at me with those fiery eyes, reaching to finger her pearls as we talked. I imagines that
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