I think nothing looks better on a beautiful woman than a little black dress and I happened to mention this to my friend George the other day, just in passing, and he came back with his own story about black dresses and what had happened to him in the last few weeks.
He tells me that he was checking into a hotel recently and standing at the reception beside him and departing, was a beautiful woman with red hair who it would appear could hear his accent and so she just looked at him and smiled. Now George said to me that he thought in a split second of that old saying, if you do not ask for the order you will never get the sale. So looking right into her beautiful green eyes he said one word and one word only. Dinner? She replied “Yes” and handed him her card.
About a week later he sent her an email asking if she was still interested and she once again replied ” Yes ” so a date was set. Now about an hour before dinner she sent an email saying she had to cancel. Well George has been around too long a time to let something like that cause him lost sleep so off to the restaurant he went with his latest book in hand.
The next day she dropped him a line to say how sorry she was but she had been caught up at the office and could they do it some time in the future. It was him now saying ” Yes ” and so a couple of weeks later when he could find the time to return to the city where she lived he extended another invitation and once again she said ” Yes ” A date was set and although she had to make a change by one day the plan was for her to meet him at his hotel and they would take the car from there. She had booked the restaurant of her choice. George tells me that he can learn quite a lot from a woman by the type of place she books when it comes to a first date.
At 7.45 pm there was a knock on the door of his suite and when he opened it there was standing the most beautiful redhead in a black dress. She walked in and without saying a word other that I want to kiss you, they embraced.
George tells me that the kiss went on and on and on. He said it was one of the best kisses he has ever had. ( And I can assure you George has had more than his fair share ) Just amazing he said, that this young beautiful woman wanted to kiss him and kiss him like that which just made him weak in the knees. As he ran his hands down over the black dress he could tell there was nothing underneath.
I understand they had to call the place where they were to dine to let them know they would be a little late. When they finally did arrive, the evening just flowed and George was smitten by this beautiful young woman. She was not only beautiful but she was very interesting and attentive.
My understanding is that a good time was had by both and when it came time for her to drive home George walked to the vehicle and a plan was made for the following night and then for early the following week. George found himself with a big grin on his face as he skipped back to his hotel room. He was now counting the hours to the following evening when the email arrived an hour before she was due to appear. Yes you guessed right she had cancelled again.
That was the last contact he had with her. I asked him how he felt and his reply was ” Fantastic ” He said he would do it all again just for the kiss.
The next story George tells me goes like this. He is at his computer and it is early morning. He is sitting in a hotel suite in a very smart area of Monteral and up pops an email from a woman he does not know but she tells him that the previous night she met a friend of his in NY and that this friend suggests that she should make contact, as this woman rides a motorcycle and she is on a road trip from Florida to Canada and George has ridden a bike all his life and he spends a lot of time in Canada.
Now George reply’s and the woman asks him where in Canada does he reside when he is there. He tells her, but goes on to say that he is not at home at the moment as he is on tour and is in fact in Monteral. She asks him where, and when he tells her she writes straight back informing him that she lives ten minutes from his hotel.
She tells him that she will be there that night and would he like to have dinner. He says of course being the gentleman that he is and asks when would suit her and she reply’s, tonight. OK he reply’s and she tells him that she will be at his hotel at 8pm. Now as the day goes on George starts to ask himself just what has he got himself into, for he starts to think that a woman riding a bike from Florida on her own may be quite challenging to say the least, but the deed is done and he has no way to contact her other than email, and she is on the road but he is not the type to cancel on someone anyway.
Well it is getting close to eight and George has splashed on a little Guerlain and brushed his teeth when the phone rings. She is down stairs and so into the lift he jumps. Well waiting in the Foyer of his hotel is a very tall stunning 41 year old woman in high heels and a little black dress. OMG he thinks what have I done to deserve this?
Well off to dinner they go and have the most wonderful night. She is not only beautiful but very intelligent and quite direct. Something he finds attractive. The time passes very quickly and so he offers to drop her home as she came by cab. Yes she was telling the truth and she did only live minutes away. He thanked her for her company and they said good bye and yes there was a snog or two involved.. And for you Americans who do not know what a snog is, well I will leave it up to you to find out.
So for my friend, it was a case of two weeks, .two beautiful women, two black dresses, and I guess I could go on if I had more information but my friend George is not one to kiss and tell. You know what they say about what goes on in Vegas.