if that many. The layout of the plane was quite impressive. The amenities could include a four star chef, a masseuse, a hair and makeup stylist, and even a personal tour guide for the destination you were traveling to; for the right price, of course.
I left a tad bit early from work on Thursday. I cleared it, of course. I really did need to finish packing, and well, I wanted to take a nap before I hit the rave to meet Lola. I packed my suitcase in record time, not overlooking any of my toiletries and "hang out" clothes. I hoped to do a lot of hanging out by the pool at the hotel. I wished we were headed somewhere more tropical, but Georgia was nice this time of year. I did a few searches to get used to the neighborhood. There was a farmers’ market and a lot of cool shops down the street from the hotel. There were also a string of bars and one very interesting dance club a few miles away. I wondered how Beth would feel about joining me for drinks and maybe a dance. Honestly she seemed a little uptight about "out of work" functions and there was no telling what my father had told her about me.
She probably thought I came equipped with an entourage of not-so-uptight girls. I planned to show her a different side of me.
I laid down for a nap that wasn’t going to happen, but it did give me some quiet time for reflection on the last few weeks. It was weird how it all was working out. I was still getting emails from new people. Most of them weren’t my type at all, but there were a few that I liked. It was strange how comfortable I had become with these meet and greets. I enjoyed getting to know the new girls. The thought alone of Victoria made me smile. And while Claire and a few of the others hadn’t worked out, the dates had been fun and eye-opening. Each one, good or bad, had been a clue to whom I would ultimately want.
Camille had been on my mind a lot today. I don’t know if it was guilt or worry, but I knew I hadn’t heard the last from her. She would be back to ask for money or look for some sort of comfort. I hoped that she would take my advice about moving home and getting her life together. I closed my eyes and watched the highlight reel. The girl’s smiles and giggles were flashing by, as well as, my checklist of likes/dislikes.
Wants a family/good mother—Victoria
Knows the difference between wealth and happiness—Claire
Good values/work ethic—Beth
Funny and good sense of humor—Lola
It was so hard to decipher what I wanted in a woman, but I was slowly figuring it out. I opened my eyes to check the clock. Two hours had gone by. I must have fallen asleep at some point. I hopped up to get ready. The club was forty-five minutes away, and I had decided to take my suitcases with me to avoid the drive back time. I could just as easily board the plane and sleep there until it was time to go.
I hopped in my car and revved up the motor. When the garage door opened, I almost had a heart attack. Standing with arms crossed in front of the car was my father. I put the car back in park and got out of the car. He didn’t look happy, and I had about three guesses why.
"Hey, what’s up?" I said. He didn’t smile or move for that matter. I hated how he tried to stare me down or intimidate me into doing what he wanted. I tried my best not to be disrespectful, but it didn’t come out that way. "Look, Father, I am not a mind reader, so you can stare all you want, but if you aren’t planning to tell me what’s wrong I can’t fix it."
"What’s up?" he said holding his hands up in the air like a crazy person. "Is that you have a very important weekend ahead of you and here you are heading out after dark in a Grateful Dead T-shirt like you are heading to a party. Son, if you really want to be a part of this company then I need you to put your job first and your social life second." His arms resumed their crossed position. I was speechless. Well, maybe not speechless!
"Father, when are you going to
I left a tad bit early from work on Thursday. I cleared it, of course. I really did need to finish packing, and well, I wanted to take a nap before I hit the rave to meet Lola. I packed my suitcase in record time, not overlooking any of my toiletries and "hang out" clothes. I hoped to do a lot of hanging out by the pool at the hotel. I wished we were headed somewhere more tropical, but Georgia was nice this time of year. I did a few searches to get used to the neighborhood. There was a farmers’ market and a lot of cool shops down the street from the hotel. There were also a string of bars and one very interesting dance club a few miles away. I wondered how Beth would feel about joining me for drinks and maybe a dance. Honestly she seemed a little uptight about "out of work" functions and there was no telling what my father had told her about me.
She probably thought I came equipped with an entourage of not-so-uptight girls. I planned to show her a different side of me.
I laid down for a nap that wasn’t going to happen, but it did give me some quiet time for reflection on the last few weeks. It was weird how it all was working out. I was still getting emails from new people. Most of them weren’t my type at all, but there were a few that I liked. It was strange how comfortable I had become with these meet and greets. I enjoyed getting to know the new girls. The thought alone of Victoria made me smile. And while Claire and a few of the others hadn’t worked out, the dates had been fun and eye-opening. Each one, good or bad, had been a clue to whom I would ultimately want.
Camille had been on my mind a lot today. I don’t know if it was guilt or worry, but I knew I hadn’t heard the last from her. She would be back to ask for money or look for some sort of comfort. I hoped that she would take my advice about moving home and getting her life together. I closed my eyes and watched the highlight reel. The girl’s smiles and giggles were flashing by, as well as, my checklist of likes/dislikes.
Wants a family/good mother—Victoria
Knows the difference between wealth and happiness—Claire
Good values/work ethic—Beth
Funny and good sense of humor—Lola
It was so hard to decipher what I wanted in a woman, but I was slowly figuring it out. I opened my eyes to check the clock. Two hours had gone by. I must have fallen asleep at some point. I hopped up to get ready. The club was forty-five minutes away, and I had decided to take my suitcases with me to avoid the drive back time. I could just as easily board the plane and sleep there until it was time to go.
I hopped in my car and revved up the motor. When the garage door opened, I almost had a heart attack. Standing with arms crossed in front of the car was my father. I put the car back in park and got out of the car. He didn’t look happy, and I had about three guesses why.
"Hey, what’s up?" I said. He didn’t smile or move for that matter. I hated how he tried to stare me down or intimidate me into doing what he wanted. I tried my best not to be disrespectful, but it didn’t come out that way. "Look, Father, I am not a mind reader, so you can stare all you want, but if you aren’t planning to tell me what’s wrong I can’t fix it."
"What’s up?" he said holding his hands up in the air like a crazy person. "Is that you have a very important weekend ahead of you and here you are heading out after dark in a Grateful Dead T-shirt like you are heading to a party. Son, if you really want to be a part of this company then I need you to put your job first and your social life second." His arms resumed their crossed position. I was speechless. Well, maybe not speechless!
"Father, when are you going to
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