missed a ceremony and I didn’t want to make this one the first.
I needed to know if I had a chance with Melody though, if she would consider going out with me when we were both in N ew Y ork . I needed to pull out all the s tops to make sure she said yes.
“ Nothing else is really new ,” Joan put away her phone. “ Just basic candid stories. Yo u were caught with cream cheese on your chin in Central Park , you got a parking ticket outside of Starbucks, and you signed an autograph for an elderly woman at Trump SoHo .”
“Life changing news I swear. Thanks.”
It took Joan and I three hours to find a decent location f or a bonfire. It was miles away from my yacht and perfectly s ecluded from the hotels and vacation homes.
While she scurried off to grab a couple things, I began dig ging a hole in the sand.
I couldn’t believe I was building a fire to impress someone . I didn’t normally have to put in any work to seem impressive. W omen just flocked to me and naturally assumed that I was. Melody seemed somewhat unfazed—except for when she was on my yacht. She was blushing the entire time.
Maybe that was just her nervous reaction to the polar bearing .. .
As my hole got deeper, I became more nervous, more pessimistic. I wasn’t sure what to talk about tonight, or why the hell I’d suggested a damn bonfire when I hadn’t brought the supplies. I was even a little apprehensive about her past. I wasn’t sure if she was completely over her ex- fiancé , and if she was, I doubted she ’d forgott en abo ut being left for someone else .
All of a sudden I felt guilty for one of the films I starred in last year: Broken Promises . I played an engaged lawyer who fell for one of his clients and dumped his bride to be . Of course, my “fiancé ” had been cheating on me the whole tim e so that kind of evened things.
I wondered how Melody’s fiancé broke it to her. Surely he told her in private and not in front of all the wedding guests like I did in my movie.
“I’ve got everything here ,” Joan pulled up in a golf cart. “ I opened a tab i n your name at the winery and told them I’d call with the credit card tomorrow afternoon.”
“ Thanks… Do you know how to build a bonfire?”
I wa lked around the blazing bonfire, throwing wood chips towards it to ease my nerves. Joan was picking Melody up from her villa and it was taking forever.
I rea r ranged the bench . I re-aligned the snacks on the small table. I changed the song on my iHome. I thought about potential conversation starters, potential drinking games.
I saw moving lig hts in the distance and stood still . The golf cart stopped a few feet in front of me and Melody stepped out . As she walked closer I saw that she was wearing a tight red dress .
WOW .
“Good evening, Melody. ”
I should’ve suggested a night on my yacht instead…
“Good evening,” she smiled.
Joan flashed the cart’s lights twice, her way of sa ying “call me when you need me , ” and drove away.
“You want something to drink?”
“Sure,” she walked over to the bench and sat down.
“Would you like wine or a beer? I got the lightest stuff so you wo n’t fall asleep on me. ”
She blushed . “Wine’s fine. How was your day ?”
Absolutely perfect now …
“It was okay. Joan and I just walked around the island.”
“ Are you two friends outside of your business relationship?”
“She’s pretty much my only friend. She does everything right most of the time so it doesn’t really feel like business . Whenever she wants a day off, I give it to her. And if she tells me she’s interested in a nice item or something, I never allow her to pay for it. We have our own way of commun icating the friendship aspect.”
“Must be nice.”
“What about you?” I sa t next to her and handed her a glass of white wine . “What’d you do today?”
“ I did a three mile hike and went parasailing with my sister.”
“ Sounds like a tiring day,” I
I needed to know if I had a chance with Melody though, if she would consider going out with me when we were both in N ew Y ork . I needed to pull out all the s tops to make sure she said yes.
“ Nothing else is really new ,” Joan put away her phone. “ Just basic candid stories. Yo u were caught with cream cheese on your chin in Central Park , you got a parking ticket outside of Starbucks, and you signed an autograph for an elderly woman at Trump SoHo .”
“Life changing news I swear. Thanks.”
It took Joan and I three hours to find a decent location f or a bonfire. It was miles away from my yacht and perfectly s ecluded from the hotels and vacation homes.
While she scurried off to grab a couple things, I began dig ging a hole in the sand.
I couldn’t believe I was building a fire to impress someone . I didn’t normally have to put in any work to seem impressive. W omen just flocked to me and naturally assumed that I was. Melody seemed somewhat unfazed—except for when she was on my yacht. She was blushing the entire time.
Maybe that was just her nervous reaction to the polar bearing .. .
As my hole got deeper, I became more nervous, more pessimistic. I wasn’t sure what to talk about tonight, or why the hell I’d suggested a damn bonfire when I hadn’t brought the supplies. I was even a little apprehensive about her past. I wasn’t sure if she was completely over her ex- fiancé , and if she was, I doubted she ’d forgott en abo ut being left for someone else .
All of a sudden I felt guilty for one of the films I starred in last year: Broken Promises . I played an engaged lawyer who fell for one of his clients and dumped his bride to be . Of course, my “fiancé ” had been cheating on me the whole tim e so that kind of evened things.
I wondered how Melody’s fiancé broke it to her. Surely he told her in private and not in front of all the wedding guests like I did in my movie.
“I’ve got everything here ,” Joan pulled up in a golf cart. “ I opened a tab i n your name at the winery and told them I’d call with the credit card tomorrow afternoon.”
“ Thanks… Do you know how to build a bonfire?”
I wa lked around the blazing bonfire, throwing wood chips towards it to ease my nerves. Joan was picking Melody up from her villa and it was taking forever.
I rea r ranged the bench . I re-aligned the snacks on the small table. I changed the song on my iHome. I thought about potential conversation starters, potential drinking games.
I saw moving lig hts in the distance and stood still . The golf cart stopped a few feet in front of me and Melody stepped out . As she walked closer I saw that she was wearing a tight red dress .
WOW .
“Good evening, Melody. ”
I should’ve suggested a night on my yacht instead…
“Good evening,” she smiled.
Joan flashed the cart’s lights twice, her way of sa ying “call me when you need me , ” and drove away.
“You want something to drink?”
“Sure,” she walked over to the bench and sat down.
“Would you like wine or a beer? I got the lightest stuff so you wo n’t fall asleep on me. ”
She blushed . “Wine’s fine. How was your day ?”
Absolutely perfect now …
“It was okay. Joan and I just walked around the island.”
“ Are you two friends outside of your business relationship?”
“She’s pretty much my only friend. She does everything right most of the time so it doesn’t really feel like business . Whenever she wants a day off, I give it to her. And if she tells me she’s interested in a nice item or something, I never allow her to pay for it. We have our own way of commun icating the friendship aspect.”
“Must be nice.”
“What about you?” I sa t next to her and handed her a glass of white wine . “What’d you do today?”
“ I did a three mile hike and went parasailing with my sister.”
“ Sounds like a tiring day,” I
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