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FaithfulAngel24
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I'll play Max
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(OOC: Ok...so....I'm thinking that Alex hasn't either told Liz yet or... he hasn't proposed yet and when he does immediately calls Liz. Either way is up to Alex/Isabel players 
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~~~~~LIZ~~~~~
I get home quickly from my job as reviewing restraunts for the paper and turn on my laptop. Whilst it loads up I quickly get changed for bed and lie on it with my laptop on my lap. I type myself in on msn as "GidgetGirl" and wait impatiently for that little box that comes up... hoping... praying...
No mail. What? Why not? I quickly check my outbox... and realise I hadn't sent my message. Instead I had just saved it. Cursing my bad luck I quickly delete it and decide to write a new one.
"Dear Friend,
Why do some restraunts feel the need to cover everything in a sauce that is neither goodlooking or edible. Some restraunts do this with cheese, others garlic and I've been to some that make some type even I can't explain.
So why do restraunts do this? To hide the fact that the food is too small? Or just because they think it will score them points with the famous people. Because I personally think it does neither.
So how are you today friend? I'm sorry I didn't reply sooner...my darn computer saved this rather than sending. I apologise a lot as I look forward to your emails and not getting the cute ding of a message when I logged in just now was heartbreaking. Until I discovered it was my fault.
Oops.
Well I'll catch you later hopefully... that is if I dont save this again rather than sending.... perhaps you could message me if you don't get this
Your Friend
GidgetGirl
I bite my lip wondering if I had written too much on the restraunt thing... I mean we're not meant to tell each other personal stuff. But I mean we have talked about all sorts of strange things before... I don't see why this would be different.
I swallow before hitting the send button. And then I pick up my book and wonder... is he going to be online right now to talk to? Or will I have to wait ages until he gets the email.
~~~~~KYLE~~~~~
I look around for the guy I'm meant to be helping today. According to the information he gave on the phone message... he is a man called Michael Guerin. I look around the club and wait for the man with the blue folder in his arms. I look around wondering whether or not he was actually coming. I'm meant to approach him....just in case he's a reporter or something.
There are a lot of hotties here today. But right now I'm thinking about buisness... or at least thats what I'm telling myself. Buisness... Buisness....
Where on earth is Michael Guerin? Will the real Michael Guerin please stand up?
(ooc: Perhaps Tess and Maria could be at the club too... up to you guys
)~~~~~LIZ~~~~~
I get home quickly from my job as reviewing restraunts for the paper and turn on my laptop. Whilst it loads up I quickly get changed for bed and lie on it with my laptop on my lap. I type myself in on msn as "GidgetGirl" and wait impatiently for that little box that comes up... hoping... praying...
No mail. What? Why not? I quickly check my outbox... and realise I hadn't sent my message. Instead I had just saved it. Cursing my bad luck I quickly delete it and decide to write a new one.
"Dear Friend,
Why do some restraunts feel the need to cover everything in a sauce that is neither goodlooking or edible. Some restraunts do this with cheese, others garlic and I've been to some that make some type even I can't explain.
So why do restraunts do this? To hide the fact that the food is too small? Or just because they think it will score them points with the famous people. Because I personally think it does neither.
So how are you today friend? I'm sorry I didn't reply sooner...my darn computer saved this rather than sending. I apologise a lot as I look forward to your emails and not getting the cute ding of a message when I logged in just now was heartbreaking. Until I discovered it was my fault.
Oops.
Well I'll catch you later hopefully... that is if I dont save this again rather than sending.... perhaps you could message me if you don't get this
Your Friend
GidgetGirl
I bite my lip wondering if I had written too much on the restraunt thing... I mean we're not meant to tell each other personal stuff. But I mean we have talked about all sorts of strange things before... I don't see why this would be different.
I swallow before hitting the send button. And then I pick up my book and wonder... is he going to be online right now to talk to? Or will I have to wait ages until he gets the email.
~~~~~KYLE~~~~~
I look around for the guy I'm meant to be helping today. According to the information he gave on the phone message... he is a man called Michael Guerin. I look around the club and wait for the man with the blue folder in his arms. I look around wondering whether or not he was actually coming. I'm meant to approach him....just in case he's a reporter or something.
There are a lot of hotties here today. But right now I'm thinking about buisness... or at least thats what I'm telling myself. Buisness... Buisness....
Where on earth is Michael Guerin? Will the real Michael Guerin please stand up?
(ooc: Perhaps Tess and Maria could be at the club too... up to you guys
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*Max*
What an exhausting day. I twist so that I can ease the straining muscles in my back. The tension drains out of my body as I sit down at the computer and log on. Wanting to get more comfortable I loosen my tie and undo my top button. Letting out a relieved sigh I smile when I see that GidgetGirl has responded. This is just what I needed. An interesting letter from an intriguing stranger who seems to get me in a way that nobody else does. It makes these rough work days somewhat tolerable.
Course in my line of work even the worst of situations can be rewarding. Take today for example I escorted a lonely woman to her cousins funeral. Seems odd but I get a lot of requests for burials and wakes. Most people don’t want to face that alone. That’s where I come in. I’m like the Yoda of male escorts. Some have said getting me on the phone is harder than getting into an ivy league college. Sure, I myself majored in comparative literature at Brown ,but here I am.
Treating women to the pleasure of my company for a salary.$2,000 a day to be exact. How did I end up here? That’s a long story and there isn’t enough time or Vodka in my cabinet to give the story justice. Needing the comfort I open up the message. It’s sweet content makes me smile. I immediately begin to type out a response.
*Dear Friend,
I have no idea why a lot of restaurants smother their food in sauces that many dogs will not eat. I try not to consume anything that is artistic or trendy. I’m a meat and potatoes type of guy myself. What’s your favorite food? I’m exhausted. I had a rather grueling experience at work. I know we said ‘no details’ so I won’t bore you with the specific info ,but just know that I earned every penny I made. I was very pleased to see your response. I always look forward to hearing from you.
I know it sounds corny ,but your thoughtful words always brighten my day. I hope your day has been lovely. I hate to think anything could mar your beautiful perception of life. I thought of you when I heard ' We haven't turned around' by Gomez on the radio. I don't know why that particular song brought you to my mind but it did. Eager to hear from you soon.
Moon Doggie *
Hitting send I grin widely.
What an exhausting day. I twist so that I can ease the straining muscles in my back. The tension drains out of my body as I sit down at the computer and log on. Wanting to get more comfortable I loosen my tie and undo my top button. Letting out a relieved sigh I smile when I see that GidgetGirl has responded. This is just what I needed. An interesting letter from an intriguing stranger who seems to get me in a way that nobody else does. It makes these rough work days somewhat tolerable.
Course in my line of work even the worst of situations can be rewarding. Take today for example I escorted a lonely woman to her cousins funeral. Seems odd but I get a lot of requests for burials and wakes. Most people don’t want to face that alone. That’s where I come in. I’m like the Yoda of male escorts. Some have said getting me on the phone is harder than getting into an ivy league college. Sure, I myself majored in comparative literature at Brown ,but here I am.
Treating women to the pleasure of my company for a salary.$2,000 a day to be exact. How did I end up here? That’s a long story and there isn’t enough time or Vodka in my cabinet to give the story justice. Needing the comfort I open up the message. It’s sweet content makes me smile. I immediately begin to type out a response.
*Dear Friend,
I have no idea why a lot of restaurants smother their food in sauces that many dogs will not eat. I try not to consume anything that is artistic or trendy. I’m a meat and potatoes type of guy myself. What’s your favorite food? I’m exhausted. I had a rather grueling experience at work. I know we said ‘no details’ so I won’t bore you with the specific info ,but just know that I earned every penny I made. I was very pleased to see your response. I always look forward to hearing from you.
I know it sounds corny ,but your thoughtful words always brighten my day. I hope your day has been lovely. I hate to think anything could mar your beautiful perception of life. I thought of you when I heard ' We haven't turned around' by Gomez on the radio. I don't know why that particular song brought you to my mind but it did. Eager to hear from you soon.
Moon Doggie *
Hitting send I grin widely.
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*Alex*
Standing nervously in front of my beloved I take a deep cleansing breath before going down on one knee. The scene is perfect. We are out on the balcony of my apartment which has a breathing taking view of the night sky. It’s now or never. Taking the black velvet box out of my coat pocket I pop the lid and show her the platinum four carat princess cut diamond I chose from Tiffany’s nearly two weeks ago. My hands are trembling as I offer her my token of affection.
Swallowing harshly I desperately attempt not to stammer in my speech. I want this to be perfect for my love. She deserves the very best. “ I want to be completely honest with you. I can guarantee there'll be tough times. I also guarantee that at some point, one or both of us is going to want to get out of this thing. But I can also guarantee that if I don't ask you to be mine, I'll regret it for the rest of my life, because I know, in my heart, you're the only one for me.”
My heart skips a beat as I look pleadingly into her beautiful brown eyes. “I love you, Isabel. Will you marry me?” This is the most important moment of my life. I wait on baited breath for her response.
Standing nervously in front of my beloved I take a deep cleansing breath before going down on one knee. The scene is perfect. We are out on the balcony of my apartment which has a breathing taking view of the night sky. It’s now or never. Taking the black velvet box out of my coat pocket I pop the lid and show her the platinum four carat princess cut diamond I chose from Tiffany’s nearly two weeks ago. My hands are trembling as I offer her my token of affection.
Swallowing harshly I desperately attempt not to stammer in my speech. I want this to be perfect for my love. She deserves the very best. “ I want to be completely honest with you. I can guarantee there'll be tough times. I also guarantee that at some point, one or both of us is going to want to get out of this thing. But I can also guarantee that if I don't ask you to be mine, I'll regret it for the rest of my life, because I know, in my heart, you're the only one for me.”
My heart skips a beat as I look pleadingly into her beautiful brown eyes. “I love you, Isabel. Will you marry me?” This is the most important moment of my life. I wait on baited breath for her response.
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~~~~~LIZ~~~~~
I read "Pride and Prejudice" for about an hour I believe... before I started to drift off into a fantasy world. I don't mean I was sleeping.... no I was thinking of moon doggie. I was thinking how perfect he was and what I would want him to be like in real life... how I wanted to meet a man exactly like that...
But then of course I had hit thirty yesterday. And 'Technically' that meant Alex and I were going to get married. Well he is my back up...
But I haven't heard from Alex in a long time... he may have even forgotten about me.
As thoughts of Alex and Moon Doggie plagued my head I suddenly heard the one noise that at that moment could have awoken me from my hazyness. Immediately I'm alert and reading Moon Doggie's message as if my life depended on it.
When I read that he was thinking about me... I can't help but imagine a GidgetGirl and a Moon Doggie wedding... maybe we could in a chat room...where we first met and stumbled into each other.
As he had just finished the email I wonder...does that mean he's online. Should I instant message him instead?
But after a few moments I decide against it... we've instant messaged a few times... but every time he was the one who initated it. I guess I'm worried I wouldn't know what to say. So instead I settle to write a email reply.
'Dear Friend,
I have many favorite dishes... none of which I could pick just one from. And my favorite dishes change constantly so I wont go into detail in fear you will ask again another time and think I'm flaky. I'm sorry to hear you worked so hard... but I'm sure your boss was grateful. You must work very hard. I myself find that I have got into a job that pays well and yet I don't seem to do very much. I always wonder if that makes me a slacker or if I just haven't found what I'm meant to do yet. Or just maybe I am doing the right thing and being silly.
My day has been the usual... work... some shopping this morning and of course a trip to Starbucks for a long wait in a slow moving queue for a decent cup of coffee. So in essence.... it was boring. Or at least until I retrieved your email. Your words are so sweet and genuine I can't help but think that your girlfriend or wife, (Which I don't know if you have as you have and will not be telling me, but I shall presume you do as you seem such a perfect gentleman) must be very lucky to have you.
I must digress, I was reading "Pride and Prejudice" before reading your email and I was thinking about you being Mr Darcy... but better. A true gentleman worthy of any fine lady.
So of course why you are emailing the likes of me I'm not sure
Looking forward to your next email.
GidgetGirl'
I smile as I hit send and go back to thinking about Moon Doggie and Alex fighting over me... Now that would be just perfect. My best friend and my Moon Doggie Internet friend.
I wonder if we could have internet kids after the internet marriage...
I read "Pride and Prejudice" for about an hour I believe... before I started to drift off into a fantasy world. I don't mean I was sleeping.... no I was thinking of moon doggie. I was thinking how perfect he was and what I would want him to be like in real life... how I wanted to meet a man exactly like that...
But then of course I had hit thirty yesterday. And 'Technically' that meant Alex and I were going to get married. Well he is my back up...
But I haven't heard from Alex in a long time... he may have even forgotten about me.
As thoughts of Alex and Moon Doggie plagued my head I suddenly heard the one noise that at that moment could have awoken me from my hazyness. Immediately I'm alert and reading Moon Doggie's message as if my life depended on it.
When I read that he was thinking about me... I can't help but imagine a GidgetGirl and a Moon Doggie wedding... maybe we could in a chat room...where we first met and stumbled into each other.
As he had just finished the email I wonder...does that mean he's online. Should I instant message him instead?
But after a few moments I decide against it... we've instant messaged a few times... but every time he was the one who initated it. I guess I'm worried I wouldn't know what to say. So instead I settle to write a email reply.
'Dear Friend,
I have many favorite dishes... none of which I could pick just one from. And my favorite dishes change constantly so I wont go into detail in fear you will ask again another time and think I'm flaky. I'm sorry to hear you worked so hard... but I'm sure your boss was grateful. You must work very hard. I myself find that I have got into a job that pays well and yet I don't seem to do very much. I always wonder if that makes me a slacker or if I just haven't found what I'm meant to do yet. Or just maybe I am doing the right thing and being silly.
My day has been the usual... work... some shopping this morning and of course a trip to Starbucks for a long wait in a slow moving queue for a decent cup of coffee. So in essence.... it was boring. Or at least until I retrieved your email. Your words are so sweet and genuine I can't help but think that your girlfriend or wife, (Which I don't know if you have as you have and will not be telling me, but I shall presume you do as you seem such a perfect gentleman) must be very lucky to have you.
I must digress, I was reading "Pride and Prejudice" before reading your email and I was thinking about you being Mr Darcy... but better. A true gentleman worthy of any fine lady.
So of course why you are emailing the likes of me I'm not sure
Looking forward to your next email.
GidgetGirl'
I smile as I hit send and go back to thinking about Moon Doggie and Alex fighting over me... Now that would be just perfect. My best friend and my Moon Doggie Internet friend.
I wonder if we could have internet kids after the internet marriage...
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*Max*
I’ve just settled down with the newest Stephen King novel when the all too familiar beep sounds out. I can’t suppress the smile that spreads across my weary features. Geez that was quick. She must be online. My heart beat races creating a deep thudding in my chest. I scan over the message learning more and more about the wonderful woman who puts so much into ever words she writes.
There’s a formality to her letters which reminds me that she is a relative stranger ,but her warmth and feeling tells me that she is an extraordinary woman. I click the instant message button and type out. “Why hello there.” I wait anxiously for a reply. Does she even want to talk to me? Perhaps she is more comfortable with emails.
I’ve just settled down with the newest Stephen King novel when the all too familiar beep sounds out. I can’t suppress the smile that spreads across my weary features. Geez that was quick. She must be online. My heart beat races creating a deep thudding in my chest. I scan over the message learning more and more about the wonderful woman who puts so much into ever words she writes.
There’s a formality to her letters which reminds me that she is a relative stranger ,but her warmth and feeling tells me that she is an extraordinary woman. I click the instant message button and type out. “Why hello there.” I wait anxiously for a reply. Does she even want to talk to me? Perhaps she is more comfortable with emails.
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~~~~~LIZ~~~~~
But I only get to dream of internet children for a moment before... a different sort of sound emits from my laptop.
“Why hello there.”
Moon doggie was instant messaging me. I swallow nervously at the thought that he was online right now...somewhere he was typing to me...right now.
Quickly I bring my fingers to the keyboard, but pause a moment to consider what it is I'm about to write. I bite my lip thoughtfully before replying, "Hello there friend"
Was that ok? Will he think that was an okay response?
But I only get to dream of internet children for a moment before... a different sort of sound emits from my laptop.
“Why hello there.”
Moon doggie was instant messaging me. I swallow nervously at the thought that he was online right now...somewhere he was typing to me...right now.
Quickly I bring my fingers to the keyboard, but pause a moment to consider what it is I'm about to write. I bite my lip thoughtfully before replying, "Hello there friend
" Was that ok? Will he think that was an okay response?