Hi, Erin, how are you? Things are moving fast here -work wise, I mean. There is plenty of talk as usual but unusually for a gaggle of scientific experts, open-minded listening too. Decisions are actually going to be made, quite amazing for an EU run thing. Looks like I’m going to be much busier than I expected. Fortunately I’m definitely around next week, speaking of which I’m excited about meeting up with you. What dates do you have in mind? As for your birthday, what are you and your girlfriends getting up to at the weekend, or should a gentleman not ask?
Hello, Sam, thank you so much for finding the time to message me. I wasn’t sure you would be able to – I’m so chuffed. The thing is, I now feel guilty. I’m trying but haven’t come up with any dates for us to meet next week. I hope you understand I’m doing my best, so please don’t have a go at me.
Erin, there was just too much going on out here yesterday for me to reply. I wanted to as I couldn’t understand why you thought I’d have a go at you. If you say you are trying and doing your best, why would I not believe you? Sure I’ll be disappointed if it turns out I can’t see you next week, but why on earth would you think I’d turn on you?
Sorry, it’s just what I’m used to from men. Well, most men, when things don’t go their way. I don’t want to disappoint you, Sam, I really don’t, but I’ve got a lot on at the moment at home and at work and I’m not able to even pencil in a date just now. I know I’m going out with the girls on Saturday but that’s been booked up for weeks, and no – a gentleman shouldn’t ask. Hmm, a ‘scientist and a gentleman’ – I wonder, could that play out like ‘An Officer and a Gentleman’, with you whisking me away in your white coat?
Hey, you don’t have to justify yourself to me. Let’s say no more about it and just see where we are when I get back, okay? Your mind’s like quicksilver on here, and your ‘hmm’s keep taking me by surprise, in a good way. Whisk you away? Now there’s a thought. I’ll be popping in to London next week – I’ll bring a lab-coat with me.
Sam, I think I’d actually die if you turned up and did the ‘Richard Gere’ thing with me. I’ve got this feeling though that you are the kind of man who would. I’m blushing. How are you doing this to me? We haven’t even met yet.
Hi, Erin, it was manic out here on Wednesday – we wrapped everything up at about nine pm, then our Belgian colleagues found a restaurant for about twenty of us to literally take over, obligatory fillet steaks and pommes frites, and beer, and more beer, and… well, let’s just say I’m glad it’s a short flight home today. Blushing reveals a lot about you – your sensitivity, your barely hidden vulnerability, your ability to show emotions, and apparently those that blush make great lovers! I may not be blushing but I’m certainly smiling as I sign off for now.
How do you do this, Sam? You talk to me as if we have known each other for years not just a couple of weeks and with a sore head too. Some of the things you say I’d feel uncomfortable about with anyone else, but somehow it seems alright with you. So you don’t blush? Well, I’ll have to see what I can do about that when you get back.
I send my gifts to you as words:
Flowers, their fragile beauty incomparable to yours
A classic fragrance, subtle, heaven scent as you
Lingerie, sensual, your body to adorn
Chocolate, to brush your lips, to taste sublime within
My thoughts stroked from my heart to yours.
Happy Birthday, Erin, I wish I could give you more.
Oh my goodness, Sam, you have brought tears to my eyes. I am so flattered and overwhelmed by your lovely words. I wish I were with you right now to show you how very grateful I am. How could a girl want more than you have given me? Thank you so much, I’m almost speechless. Things like this don’t happen to me.
Hi Erin, just a quick one, I stayed at a friend’s last night but now back home to a pile of junk mail through my letterbox, a misnomer if ever there was one. Makes me think back to my youth, first teenage girlfriend, met on holiday, she lived hundreds of miles away, our lifeline to write and share the odd phone call, I from the red telephone box at the bottom of the road, she from a phone at home, that seemed posh to me! Her letters I remember most, the first girl to show her feelings for me through her written words. Decades on, another world, written words connect us too, pull us close, enough to touch, to feel something inside, revealed by our reflexive smiles and the atmospherics of our eyes. Have a great night out with your friends… short skirts, low tops and killer heels… or have I got you wrong?
Your messages take me to another world, each one shows me a bit more of you, I love it, I really do. If I tried to do the same mine would be rubbish next to yours. If that’s your quick one Sam, I’m going to be a very lucky girl – and yes we will be girly girls tonight!
[EDC Writing©2017 – ‘Their Days’ – posts every Monday & Wednesday]