Online carousing can be so pleasantly-appealing, addictive, and down right unpredictable.
I had full intentions of spending the night covered in flannel and watching the 4th round of the Stanley Cup Playoffs. But then my phone began to vibrate.
It started shortly after 7 PM with a call from Simon. "Hi Ineda," he said in an inquisitive tone. "Well hello there Simon," I quipped back. Simon and I have had a few dates together and I quite like him. After discussing our work day and critiquing Snow White and the Huntsman, he asked, "Do you have any weekend plans?"
Weekend plans, I thought. Heck - it's only Wednesday and I never think that far in advance. My "life and living it" philosophy, coupled with my one-day-at-a-time attitude couldn't provide Simon with the answer he was begging to hear.
As I was keeping watch on the puck between the Los Angeles Kings and New Jersey Devils, my phone began vibrating again. This time it was Antonio. A former New Yorker with Italian blood. Antonio and I are in the early stages of the game. A 55-year-old CFO, this Italian stallion claims to be outgoing, good-natured and fun to be with. Decisive and analytical, his profile warns women that he wants it all. And why shouldn't he? I won't settle for second best either.
Antonio and I have spoken a few times but have yet to meet. "So, tell me a little more about yourself this evening Antonio? "Well," he said, "I'm seeking a professional woman who takes her work seriously." Wow, I thought. I take my work seriously. There was more...."Someone who can roll up her sleeves and work side by side with me as an equal. Someone who wants to be pampered, loved, touched, and hugged (a lot of hugging)," he revealed.
Typical male. They all love to be fondled. Nothing wrong with displaying warmth and affection - as long as it isn't excessive and distasteful in public. I've always felt comfortable with PDAs such as holding hands or a quick peck on the cheek.
But geez the game was in the second period. "Would you mind calling me back Antonio? I'm in the middle of preparing dinner and I'm watching the Stanley Cup Playoffs." "Oh...so sorry Ineda," he blushed. "But the reason why I was calling this evening was to ask you if you had any weekend plans. "Not sure yet," I responded. "But we certainly can try to make some plans. Would you mind calling me tomorrow, Antonio,?" I asked respectfully. "Not at all, Ineda. I will call you tomorrow. Enjoy the game."
An hour afterwards my cell vibrated for the 3rd time. What a pleasant surprise. It was well-heeled William - one of the most distinguished British gentleman I have ever dated. A self-proclaimed entrepreneur who made his millions by way of business ventures, mergers and acquisitions, William never tried to define himself by consumption. While he drove one of the most exhilerating and stunning, jet-black vintage Jaguars, William's conservative English upbringing kept him grounded. A generous kind-spirited man, he always lived within his means. And could that car fly!
"Hello there love," said William, in a soft, muddled British accent. "I just got back from the UK last night and I'm sitting here in the garden terrace having dinner with Harry," he added.
"We were both thinking about you. Do you have any weekend plans?"
Now this is where the story gets provocative.
A few weeks ago, I received an email from William's friend Harry via one of those online dating sites. William and Harry have been vintage wine lovers since they both had hair to speak of. Interestingly, Harry has been communicating with me online unbeknownst to William!
A wine and spirits connoisseur, Harry's profile reads like a true uppercrust Brit. "I came here in 1978," the 62-year-old purported. "I have been in the wine business for many years and I love what I do. Every day is exciting and enjoyable. I'm fit and in good shape and I love to work out at least 5 times a week."
A fond love for animals and anything furry, he says, ""I'm looking for a partner who wants to share in my life and share hers with me. A lady who wants to travel, especially Europe. Someone who enjoys dining out, but also just staying at home and enjoying each other's company. Someone who is emotionally available, slim, well-groomed and stylish." Well - welcome to the club Harry, I thought. His companion bucket list wasn't an impossible feat.
When William and I had dated, I vividly recall him revealing a few tongue-titilating stories about hot and horny Harry. This food and wine connoisseur loved his women just as much as his Sheppard's Pie. Harry's frolicsome forays with his femme fatales was classic Hugh Hefner-vintage playboy!
Mr. Casanova had a penchant for unrestrained indulgence in the bedroom. He would first seduce by lavishing the ladies with gifts of pure French silk lingerie, vintage spirits, exotic cruises or romantic weekend get-a-ways. Pick your pleasure. What a player!
So you can well imagine how surprised I was when I opened a message from Mr. Casanova a few weeks ago in my mailbox! "Care to chat?" he prattled.
"I'm sorry, " I said, in a precociousness tone. "This is not a cheesy pick-up line. But you look very, very, familiar. Do you have a friend by the name of William?" I queried.
You see, Harry and I had previously met when William and I were dating. Loverboy obviously couldn't recall our few and insignificant encounters when William and I were an item.
"Yes I do have a friend called William," admitted Harry. "Have we met," he said in a puzzled manner. "Yes, we have," I revealed. And as I went down memory lane with horny Harry, he simply couldn't recall the details of where and when with William.
Then suddenly like a bat outta hell - a stroke of cranial genius. "Now I remember," Harry retorted, "It must have been 2 years ago after the Italian wine tasting event. You were wearing that little, black sexy number, right?"
"Let me know about that drink will ya?," he said. "We may have a laugh together.
What an unpredictable set of vibrations this evening. Not only did Simon want to secure weekend plans with me; so did Antonio, William and Harry.
And as the evening fell prey to cheering fans over the New Jersey Devils' win, I too felt victorious.
To life and living it,
Ineda
I had full intentions of spending the night covered in flannel and watching the 4th round of the Stanley Cup Playoffs. But then my phone began to vibrate.
It started shortly after 7 PM with a call from Simon. "Hi Ineda," he said in an inquisitive tone. "Well hello there Simon," I quipped back. Simon and I have had a few dates together and I quite like him. After discussing our work day and critiquing Snow White and the Huntsman, he asked, "Do you have any weekend plans?"
Weekend plans, I thought. Heck - it's only Wednesday and I never think that far in advance. My "life and living it" philosophy, coupled with my one-day-at-a-time attitude couldn't provide Simon with the answer he was begging to hear.
As I was keeping watch on the puck between the Los Angeles Kings and New Jersey Devils, my phone began vibrating again. This time it was Antonio. A former New Yorker with Italian blood. Antonio and I are in the early stages of the game. A 55-year-old CFO, this Italian stallion claims to be outgoing, good-natured and fun to be with. Decisive and analytical, his profile warns women that he wants it all. And why shouldn't he? I won't settle for second best either.
Antonio and I have spoken a few times but have yet to meet. "So, tell me a little more about yourself this evening Antonio? "Well," he said, "I'm seeking a professional woman who takes her work seriously." Wow, I thought. I take my work seriously. There was more...."Someone who can roll up her sleeves and work side by side with me as an equal. Someone who wants to be pampered, loved, touched, and hugged (a lot of hugging)," he revealed.
Typical male. They all love to be fondled. Nothing wrong with displaying warmth and affection - as long as it isn't excessive and distasteful in public. I've always felt comfortable with PDAs such as holding hands or a quick peck on the cheek.
But geez the game was in the second period. "Would you mind calling me back Antonio? I'm in the middle of preparing dinner and I'm watching the Stanley Cup Playoffs." "Oh...so sorry Ineda," he blushed. "But the reason why I was calling this evening was to ask you if you had any weekend plans. "Not sure yet," I responded. "But we certainly can try to make some plans. Would you mind calling me tomorrow, Antonio,?" I asked respectfully. "Not at all, Ineda. I will call you tomorrow. Enjoy the game."
An hour afterwards my cell vibrated for the 3rd time. What a pleasant surprise. It was well-heeled William - one of the most distinguished British gentleman I have ever dated. A self-proclaimed entrepreneur who made his millions by way of business ventures, mergers and acquisitions, William never tried to define himself by consumption. While he drove one of the most exhilerating and stunning, jet-black vintage Jaguars, William's conservative English upbringing kept him grounded. A generous kind-spirited man, he always lived within his means. And could that car fly!
"Hello there love," said William, in a soft, muddled British accent. "I just got back from the UK last night and I'm sitting here in the garden terrace having dinner with Harry," he added.
"We were both thinking about you. Do you have any weekend plans?"
Now this is where the story gets provocative.
A few weeks ago, I received an email from William's friend Harry via one of those online dating sites. William and Harry have been vintage wine lovers since they both had hair to speak of. Interestingly, Harry has been communicating with me online unbeknownst to William!
A wine and spirits connoisseur, Harry's profile reads like a true uppercrust Brit. "I came here in 1978," the 62-year-old purported. "I have been in the wine business for many years and I love what I do. Every day is exciting and enjoyable. I'm fit and in good shape and I love to work out at least 5 times a week."
A fond love for animals and anything furry, he says, ""I'm looking for a partner who wants to share in my life and share hers with me. A lady who wants to travel, especially Europe. Someone who enjoys dining out, but also just staying at home and enjoying each other's company. Someone who is emotionally available, slim, well-groomed and stylish." Well - welcome to the club Harry, I thought. His companion bucket list wasn't an impossible feat.
When William and I had dated, I vividly recall him revealing a few tongue-titilating stories about hot and horny Harry. This food and wine connoisseur loved his women just as much as his Sheppard's Pie. Harry's frolicsome forays with his femme fatales was classic Hugh Hefner-vintage playboy!
Mr. Casanova had a penchant for unrestrained indulgence in the bedroom. He would first seduce by lavishing the ladies with gifts of pure French silk lingerie, vintage spirits, exotic cruises or romantic weekend get-a-ways. Pick your pleasure. What a player!
So you can well imagine how surprised I was when I opened a message from Mr. Casanova a few weeks ago in my mailbox! "Care to chat?" he prattled.
"I'm sorry, " I said, in a precociousness tone. "This is not a cheesy pick-up line. But you look very, very, familiar. Do you have a friend by the name of William?" I queried.
You see, Harry and I had previously met when William and I were dating. Loverboy obviously couldn't recall our few and insignificant encounters when William and I were an item.
"Yes I do have a friend called William," admitted Harry. "Have we met," he said in a puzzled manner. "Yes, we have," I revealed. And as I went down memory lane with horny Harry, he simply couldn't recall the details of where and when with William.
Then suddenly like a bat outta hell - a stroke of cranial genius. "Now I remember," Harry retorted, "It must have been 2 years ago after the Italian wine tasting event. You were wearing that little, black sexy number, right?"
"Let me know about that drink will ya?," he said. "We may have a laugh together.
What an unpredictable set of vibrations this evening. Not only did Simon want to secure weekend plans with me; so did Antonio, William and Harry.
And as the evening fell prey to cheering fans over the New Jersey Devils' win, I too felt victorious.
To life and living it,
Ineda
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