I met Andrew at The Whiskey Café. I walked in the half empty bar and saw him sitting there watching me as I approached him. He was a lot better looking than his photo. He rose when I arrived and we shook hands and then I sat across from him.
He was already drinking a scotch and when the waiter came I ordered a glass of Italian white wine.
We chatted a bit, about his two boys and how every year for their birthdays he took them on a trip. His oldest son’s birthday was coming up and he was taking him to London, England.
“You always do that?” I asked him.
“Yes. Every birthday I take them to a different place.”
Hmm. I liked that about him. I asked him about his work.
“I work in environmental waste.”
I also liked that about him.
“I travel a lot,” he said. “Sometimes I’m gone for four or five days. Sometimes a bit longer.”
He took a sip of his scotch. “You’re very lovely,” he said. “Are you an independent woman,” he asked me.
I found his question odd. “In which way?”
“I’m looking for a woman who is available to accompany me on my business trips.”
Sounds too good to be true? Well, of course, it was. Continue reading
