profile of the man who sent it, I almost peed my pants. Dante only had a couple pics up, but they showed off his broad shoulders and vibrant, dewy skin.
The fact that he read my profile, understood what GoT meant, and was so unbelievably handsome made me want to scream.
He listed his age as 25 and that he was the owner of a software consulting firm in Miami.
A professional, sophisticated man in my appropriate age range? Check.
From there, the messages started flying back and forth between Dante and I. When I was at work, I’d log into Dateme.com on my lunch break so that I could send him a quick note about how my day was going and see what he had written back, but we also talked almost every night when I got home.
For 6 months it had went on like that, and the anticipation of meeting each other was starting to grow. Being that we were both business owners, it was hard for either of us to find time to fly across the country to meet, but he told me that he had a business trip planned in San Francisco for the week after that night Kim and I went to McMillian. We decided that he would drive down to Los Angeles to meet up with me before he returned back to his home in Miami.
I was stoked that I was going to finally meet him face to face, and the last thing I needed was to get involved with some immature club playboy who would throw a wrench into what Dante and I had going. Dante was a real man, not like that little player Enigma.
But I still couldn’t tell Kim—not until after I met Dante and had solid evidence that he was as amazing as he seemed. I couldn’t tell anyone, because anyone else just wouldn’t understand.
I logged into Dateme.com and Dante was online.
Me: Hey…
Him: Hey babe. How are you tonight?
Me: I'm great. I just finished putting together a promotional campaign for a music streaming company.
Him: Always the hard worker. Are you ready for some relax time this Friday?
Me: Ready… and a little nervous.
Him: Don’t be nervous. We’ll have a great time together. I promise.
I couldn’t wait.
Chapter 7
Nick
" W e don't have a lot of time let to get the promotion in gear. You really need to make your decision now if we're going to get seats filled," an Asian fellow, neatly dressed in business gear and a pair of thick framed glasses said.
We were sitting in a small conference room with floor to ceiling windows and glass inner walls, nestled high atop a fancy skyscraper. I rubbed my chin and looked at the man curiously, trying to measure his confidence level. $120 was indeed lot of money to pay in order to watch a relatively unknown magician on stage, but the guy seemed to have all the confidence in the world that they could fill the entire venue. I had my doubts, but if they could get even 1/3 the amount of people to buy tickets at that price, I would come out on top.
“I hope I don’t regret this,” I said as I reached for the stack of documents. He dropped a pen on top of the papers—legal, financial and consent agreements. I skimmed through mostly before signing and dating them all. “Anything else?” I asked as I inked in the last line.
“Enigma?!” someone said.
I looked up from the forms, and the Asian guy turned his head to see the pixie-cut girl whom I had met at McMillan a couple nights ago.
“Uh…” I wasn’t sure what was going on.
“What are you doing here?” she asked. She turned to the Asian man. “Lee?”
Lee adjusted his glasses. “He’s the illusionist that we’re going to promo for this coming Friday. He’s agreed to all the terms that you and Angel wanted.”
“You’re the illusionist?” Pixie-cut smiled comically.
“You two know each other?” Lee looked back and forth between the girl and I. I think she said her name was Kim.
The gears were spinning in my head as I relived meeting the two girls at McMillian, but no sooner than I started processing the situation, I saw a monster passing by the glass walls of the conference room.
The
The fact that he read my profile, understood what GoT meant, and was so unbelievably handsome made me want to scream.
He listed his age as 25 and that he was the owner of a software consulting firm in Miami.
A professional, sophisticated man in my appropriate age range? Check.
From there, the messages started flying back and forth between Dante and I. When I was at work, I’d log into Dateme.com on my lunch break so that I could send him a quick note about how my day was going and see what he had written back, but we also talked almost every night when I got home.
For 6 months it had went on like that, and the anticipation of meeting each other was starting to grow. Being that we were both business owners, it was hard for either of us to find time to fly across the country to meet, but he told me that he had a business trip planned in San Francisco for the week after that night Kim and I went to McMillian. We decided that he would drive down to Los Angeles to meet up with me before he returned back to his home in Miami.
I was stoked that I was going to finally meet him face to face, and the last thing I needed was to get involved with some immature club playboy who would throw a wrench into what Dante and I had going. Dante was a real man, not like that little player Enigma.
But I still couldn’t tell Kim—not until after I met Dante and had solid evidence that he was as amazing as he seemed. I couldn’t tell anyone, because anyone else just wouldn’t understand.
I logged into Dateme.com and Dante was online.
Me: Hey…
Him: Hey babe. How are you tonight?
Me: I'm great. I just finished putting together a promotional campaign for a music streaming company.
Him: Always the hard worker. Are you ready for some relax time this Friday?
Me: Ready… and a little nervous.
Him: Don’t be nervous. We’ll have a great time together. I promise.
I couldn’t wait.
Chapter 7
Nick
" W e don't have a lot of time let to get the promotion in gear. You really need to make your decision now if we're going to get seats filled," an Asian fellow, neatly dressed in business gear and a pair of thick framed glasses said.
We were sitting in a small conference room with floor to ceiling windows and glass inner walls, nestled high atop a fancy skyscraper. I rubbed my chin and looked at the man curiously, trying to measure his confidence level. $120 was indeed lot of money to pay in order to watch a relatively unknown magician on stage, but the guy seemed to have all the confidence in the world that they could fill the entire venue. I had my doubts, but if they could get even 1/3 the amount of people to buy tickets at that price, I would come out on top.
“I hope I don’t regret this,” I said as I reached for the stack of documents. He dropped a pen on top of the papers—legal, financial and consent agreements. I skimmed through mostly before signing and dating them all. “Anything else?” I asked as I inked in the last line.
“Enigma?!” someone said.
I looked up from the forms, and the Asian guy turned his head to see the pixie-cut girl whom I had met at McMillan a couple nights ago.
“Uh…” I wasn’t sure what was going on.
“What are you doing here?” she asked. She turned to the Asian man. “Lee?”
Lee adjusted his glasses. “He’s the illusionist that we’re going to promo for this coming Friday. He’s agreed to all the terms that you and Angel wanted.”
“You’re the illusionist?” Pixie-cut smiled comically.
“You two know each other?” Lee looked back and forth between the girl and I. I think she said her name was Kim.
The gears were spinning in my head as I relived meeting the two girls at McMillian, but no sooner than I started processing the situation, I saw a monster passing by the glass walls of the conference room.
The
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