me to dinner?? Searching back through my memory I scour the image to see if I remember anyone else around who may have reason to send this; but no, the area was all but deserted and he is certainly the only person I had any kind of exchange with, other than the bar staff, but the note would not make sense coming from them.
Oh Jesus, it’s got to be him. My heart is going 100 miles an hour, what am I supposed to do? I desperately want to ring Caz, she would know in an instance what to do. It’s still early so I could, it will be expensive, but hell I’ve got the money, sod it, I’m calling her!
“Hello?” Caz’s voice is questioning.
“Hi it’s me” I reply cheerily oblivious.
“KATE! What’s happening how is it? Is it hot? Why are you ringing so late?” I’m bombarded with questions.
“Late? It’s only Seven?”
“Seven? Maybe there but it’s gone midnight here!” she laughs back at my obvious mistake.
“Oh Caz I’m sorry, I completely forgot about the time difference, I just called because I need some advice”
“Advice? That sounds ominous” her voice taking on a serious quality.
“Not ominous per say…” I explain my predicament carefully leaving no small detail unsaid.
“My, my, you have been busy” she starts “but I fail to see the issue here?” she states as if it’s so straight forward.
“Fail to see the issue?” I snort “the issue is he is way out of my league for a start, not to mention I haven’t dated in ten years so I wouldn’t even know what to do. It kind of feels like I’m cheating, I am still technically married, and what if he wants, you know…sex” I almost whisper the last part.
“For God’s sake Kate! It’s nothing like cheating, we both know you and Jake are over, it’s always going to be weird moving on at first, but what better way to do it than with a hot holiday romance? And as for the ‘sex’ bit” she whispers it back mocking me, “don’t be so ridiculous, I’ve seen you in a bikini and you rock it, everything is still where it’s supposed to be, not ravished by child bearing stretch marks like me. I would give anything to have your body, seriously you have nothing to worry about in that department.” She is so blunt, I just wish I had her confidence.
“But what if it’s changed, you know, I’ve only been with Jake for so long and he wasn’t exactly the most adventurous type. Even if I could get over the thought of the Adonis seeing me naked, then what?” I’m starting to sound pathetic and whiny I can hear it in my voice.
“No one is even saying you have to have sex with him, why not just go on the date and see how it goes? Maybe after a few Mojitos you’ll feel differently and if not then just make your excuses and go.” Caz cuts in, compromising.
“I guess” I say slowly coming round.
“Look I’ve got to go, it’s late and I need my beauty sleep, but promise to call me and let me know all the details though yeah?” I guess this is all the advice I’m going to get out of her tonight.
“Yeah, I promise”. We say our goodbyes and I’m left holding the embossed card going over possible scenarios in my head. Caz is right of course, I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to, it’s just dinner, I can have dinner no problem. Dinner with a stunning, toned, bronzed, unattainable man. How could that possibly end badly?
With shaking hands I take a deep breath and pick up the phone again, dialling for reception “Please connect me to Room 442”.
There is a pause before the receptionist speaks and I can hear the questioning in her voice as she courteously obliges and connects me through. After a couple of rings I suddenly chicken out, what am I doing? I can’t do this, it’s too soon, I’m not ready to date let alone anything else. I slam the receiver back down just as I hear him answer. Shit that was close, but I’m doing the right thing, yes it’s true, I am at best a 6 and he is a 10, no scratch
Oh Jesus, it’s got to be him. My heart is going 100 miles an hour, what am I supposed to do? I desperately want to ring Caz, she would know in an instance what to do. It’s still early so I could, it will be expensive, but hell I’ve got the money, sod it, I’m calling her!
“Hello?” Caz’s voice is questioning.
“Hi it’s me” I reply cheerily oblivious.
“KATE! What’s happening how is it? Is it hot? Why are you ringing so late?” I’m bombarded with questions.
“Late? It’s only Seven?”
“Seven? Maybe there but it’s gone midnight here!” she laughs back at my obvious mistake.
“Oh Caz I’m sorry, I completely forgot about the time difference, I just called because I need some advice”
“Advice? That sounds ominous” her voice taking on a serious quality.
“Not ominous per say…” I explain my predicament carefully leaving no small detail unsaid.
“My, my, you have been busy” she starts “but I fail to see the issue here?” she states as if it’s so straight forward.
“Fail to see the issue?” I snort “the issue is he is way out of my league for a start, not to mention I haven’t dated in ten years so I wouldn’t even know what to do. It kind of feels like I’m cheating, I am still technically married, and what if he wants, you know…sex” I almost whisper the last part.
“For God’s sake Kate! It’s nothing like cheating, we both know you and Jake are over, it’s always going to be weird moving on at first, but what better way to do it than with a hot holiday romance? And as for the ‘sex’ bit” she whispers it back mocking me, “don’t be so ridiculous, I’ve seen you in a bikini and you rock it, everything is still where it’s supposed to be, not ravished by child bearing stretch marks like me. I would give anything to have your body, seriously you have nothing to worry about in that department.” She is so blunt, I just wish I had her confidence.
“But what if it’s changed, you know, I’ve only been with Jake for so long and he wasn’t exactly the most adventurous type. Even if I could get over the thought of the Adonis seeing me naked, then what?” I’m starting to sound pathetic and whiny I can hear it in my voice.
“No one is even saying you have to have sex with him, why not just go on the date and see how it goes? Maybe after a few Mojitos you’ll feel differently and if not then just make your excuses and go.” Caz cuts in, compromising.
“I guess” I say slowly coming round.
“Look I’ve got to go, it’s late and I need my beauty sleep, but promise to call me and let me know all the details though yeah?” I guess this is all the advice I’m going to get out of her tonight.
“Yeah, I promise”. We say our goodbyes and I’m left holding the embossed card going over possible scenarios in my head. Caz is right of course, I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to, it’s just dinner, I can have dinner no problem. Dinner with a stunning, toned, bronzed, unattainable man. How could that possibly end badly?
With shaking hands I take a deep breath and pick up the phone again, dialling for reception “Please connect me to Room 442”.
There is a pause before the receptionist speaks and I can hear the questioning in her voice as she courteously obliges and connects me through. After a couple of rings I suddenly chicken out, what am I doing? I can’t do this, it’s too soon, I’m not ready to date let alone anything else. I slam the receiver back down just as I hear him answer. Shit that was close, but I’m doing the right thing, yes it’s true, I am at best a 6 and he is a 10, no scratch
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