... which carried through to yesterday, 13th September... Here goes...

 

Tuesday 6th September 8:45am

 

Text messages:-

 

Miss C:- Hi, can we meet for coffee tomorrow instead of today? I have an agent coming over in a few hours...

 

WM:- Hi, would love to have coffee with you tomorrow morning do you have a specific time you are free and where?

 

Miss C:- OK, let’s meet at ‘X’ coffee shop (The Rocks) at 10:30am?

 

WM:- Nice... See you tomorrow, let me know how the Agent meeting went!

 

3:30pm (after realising that my conscience did not agree with what had happened that morning...)

 

WM:- Hey it’s me... OK, I have to confess here, I have no idea who you are, I am pretty sure that when you meet me tomorrow, you will freak out because I will not be the person you think you are meeting... And that’s if we do meet because you might be sitting at the next table but not know what I look like... So two things come to mind here...

 

Miss C:- Hmmm, yeah, I thought so, my friend ‘J’ would have replied differently... May I ask who you are?

 

WM:- Ahhhh, of course you may ask!

 

Miss C:- And you mentioned two things coming to mind?

 

WM:- You noticed!

 

Miss C:- ?

 

WM:- OK, OK... One, I can apologise for taking up your valuable texting time and we call it a day here and now or two, I’m free tomorrow at 10:30, you obviously are too, let me buy you coffee...

 

Long pause... Like, very long pause... from the last text to when she replied, 50 minutes went by... Silence!

 

WM:- Tell you what, I’ll have a black suit on (then gave a description of my horrendous face and head), when you arrive, check me out, if you freak out, just walk away, no questions asked, I won’t text you back but please don’t scream and run away pointing your finger at me, I still have to work in this city. So, if you leave we’ll call it a day, but if you come in and sit at my table, we’ll then call it a date! What say you?

 

Miss C:- Sounds fair and I promise not to scream and do all that you said... LOL.

 

WM:- Excellent! Can you tell me a bit about yourself? What do you do, where do you live and so on, as much details as you’re comfortable in giving out of course...

 

Miss C:- I’d rather not tell you anything about my appearances in case I do decide not to go ahead with tomorrow’s coffee, I wouldn’t want you to recognise me...

 

WM:- OK then...

 

Miss C:- I’m 24, tall, and in Sydney for a few days for a photo shoot!

 

WM:- Photo shoot? Hmmm, I’m intrigued now... How often do you come to Sydney and from where?

 

Miss C:- Whenever I’m needed but usually it’s for 48 hours...

 

WM:- Interesting, when are you heading back? Magazines or Movies?

 

By now I’m thinking, this lady may be out of my league... Having no intentions of taking this further than coffee, I would meet and then wait for her to say... Well it was nice meeting you and disappears into the... day!

 

Miss C:- Oh no, no movies. I have had a few shoots for FHM and currently doing work for Australian Picture and People Magazines.

 

WM:- Okayyyyy... More and more interesting... Well, I won’t keep you any longer, unless you are so bored and lonely you want me to stay on and chat some more?

 

Miss C:- LOL, funny man, no, I’d better head off. Maybe or maybe not see you tomorrow then...! Bye.

 

WM:- Bye.

 

On Wednesday at 10:25, crawled down to the Rocks, got a nice table with view of the door and caught up on the Wednesday news... I was looking down but noticed a presence on the other side of my table and thought, shit it must be her, I looked up and said wow as I saw Miss C standing in front of me with a smile on her face... I stood up, held out my hand and said, ‘Miss C I presume?’ To which she replied ‘and you must be WM...!’

 

A bit of a description now:-

 

About 5’8”

Size 6/8

Long blonde hair

Full C cup

 

But the most beautiful and amazing thing are her eyes, I had never seen any like them before and had to ask if she was wearing contacts... her eyes were very pale blue but the strange thing was, she had a black circle around her the blue part, it was literally hypnotising... The most beautiful eyes I’ve seen...

 

Cute face, nothing to go on and on about but let’s say a 7.5 out of 10...

She was dressed in blue jeans, black t-shirt, obviously belonging to her baby sister, open toe shoes and sunglasses.

 

The rest is boring stuff; we ordered coffee, twice actually, spoke about her photo shoots, her failed short modelling career but how popular she was with the magazine people, where she lived and about her boyfriend... Yes, we went there too, not sure why but the conversation eventually took that turn and it was not so interesting for me! We then switched to yours truly... What I did, what I didn’t do, where I lived, my car, my bike, back to my job and then I realised it was time to check my watch because I was starving, had a lunch meeting but also didn’t want to just stand up and leave... So I just came out and bluntly told her we should meet again, soon, very soon but in a more private and quiet place... She agreed, said she was pleasantly surprised (phew) and would text me tomorrow to let me know when she was back in town... YES!

 

That afternoon we picked up on the text thing again, chatting, catching up and she telling me how her trip back was...

 

Sunday 11th September sometime in the AM...

 

Miss C:- Hey there...I’m back in Sydney on Monday for 48 hours... Interested in catching up on Tuesday?

 

WM:- Hey there little lady... Sure thing... Will this be a tea time thing or a drink time thing...?

 

Miss C:- Let’s say 3:00pm?

 

WM:- Nice, let me know where... See you Tuesday...

 

Tuesday 13th 8:15am

 

Miss C:- I am at the Citygate Central Sydney, when you arrive, text me, I’ll send you the room number!

 

Holy Mary mother of God... I was not expecting that...

 

I sent myself an email requesting a half day off on Tuesday... I had no idea where that meeting was going to lead but wanted to be prepared no matter what!

 

Tuesday 13th 3:00pm...

 

My taxi arrives at the Citygate Central and I walk inside the hotel...

 

WM.