See, I’m not sure how much I am supposed to share or not to share. Reading your profile has left me feeling like I know you so much already. A kismet connection, if you will. That’s why I couldn’t stop emailing this past week. I promise I’m no stalker. You intrigue me, is all I’m trying to say.
Until Later - Suit Master
I think I just met my dream man, maybe not a perfect one, because I know little else about him. But a lawyer who specializes in abuse cases, if that’s not knocking directly on my front door, I don’t know what is. If only someone like him had been around when I was a child.
He has a dog, who he loves. I can read between those lines, plain as day…and…he loves poetry. What kind of man likes poetry? Seriously, think about it. He’s like a 1965 Château Latour, a rare and exquisite find.
Do I tell him who I am in regards to my company? I know he’s local, I’m not positive as to what city. But it can’t be far from here. The choices of divulging too much or too little are the deciding factor.
In my dating profile, I express a lot of my likes and dislikes, and my firm political views. I know politics may not matter so some people but they matter a lot to me. It’s not Republican versus Democrat. It’s the issues at hand. I couldn’t tolerate a man who didn’t support gay marriage, or a man who wanted to abolish government funded programs to help those in need. Those, in my opinion, are the things that matter. Not which oil company gets a tax cut and which one doesn’t. I care about the people, not the big wigs. I donate lots of money to local charities, and during the holidays, I volunteer at the local soup kitchen. I may not be the most thoughtful and giving person, but I try to help out and participate in our community to give back to those in need. What I’m most proud of is the money I’ve donated to help fund a rehabilitation program at the local women’s and children’s shelter. It’s a cause very close to my heart, and I’m sure if Suit Master is local, he’s worked with some of those women himself.
Just as I am about to type my letter to the Suit Master, Daniel pops his head in my office with a wink.
“Can I help you, Daniel?” I blow him a kiss and grin.
“Someone’s in a good mood. It wouldn’t have anything to do with the new beau on your online dating account, now would it?”
Blushing and combing my hair back away from my face, I faintly nod and bite my lip.
“Ooooooo, you do like him. Is he hot?” he asks, walking the short distance between my office door and the guest chair, dropping into the leather with a crunch.
“I don’t know what he looks like. I was just going to email him back. I’m not sure what to say. He’s a lawyer, domestic cases as far as I can tell and he has a black lab named Babs. He’s also a Poe, Tennyson, and Yates fan. That’s all I’ve gotten thus far. And his name is the Suit Master.” I explain, nervously fidgeting in my chair.
“Sounds good so far. He could be a complete dog, though. Maybe Babs his lab is cuter than him. Ask him what law firm he works for and where he lives.”
I guess Daniel likes to live vicariously, not that I mind; I could use all the help I can get.
“Okay, I’ll type and you read it over once I’m done. Sound good?”
Clapping his hands twice in excitement he smiles and gets up from the chair. “Yes, boss, if you insist.” He chuckles, exiting a little too enthusiastically.
Maybe I should have had him do this for me instead. I’ve accomplished precisely one email and his are all so eloquently put together with honesty, laced with subtle compliments. It’s rather charming.
From: Lotionlady316
To: Suitmaster6979
Dear, Suit Master
I, myself, am sitting behind my desk at work too. I work at a factory and have my own office. Your emails are so well versed I feel like such a dimwit sitting here trying to figure out the best possible way to converse.
Don’t worry; I won’t hold your career against you, although the past few days I’ve had a few painful run-ins with a local lawyer. I must say, you working abuse cases is the only thing saving your hide. I refused to stereotype lawyers as a whole, but this Gage Masterson from Masterson and Associates is a world-class grade-A jerk. I hope he’s not your boss, because if he is, I feel sorry for you.
I don’t have any pets. I work long hours and I wouldn’t have the time to spend with them, even though I am an animal lover, dogs mostly.
Unable to decide how much to ask or not, I’ll leave you with these questions. Where do you live and work? Not in the exact sense, just a city would be fine. I live and work in Heartfair and rarely escape the city limits.