Will she be early? Will she be late?
Mar 142013
Mar 092013
The bar was crowded. Filled with 20- and 30-something hipsters. I was definitely old for the place. Véronique sat at the far end of the bar, near the door, sipping her drink, alone. I sat ten or so patrons down, sipping mine. Two 30-something guys were talking behind me. I wasn’t paying attention. I was [...]
Mar 082013
V and I recently had a date. It was hot. You’ll read about it in due time. I just finished my part 1, she just finished her part 1. They’re very different. They focus on different parts of the first part of the evening, and they have a very different perspective. And yet, they are [...]
Mar 072013
Love is to having as desire is to getting. Every toddler, every parent, every ad man, every human knows this. We want to imagine the new thing - the shiny red car, the soda, the perfume, the razor, the concert, the whiskey, the necklace – will, finally, make us happy. Aren’t we, just for a [...]
Feb 092013
You read my version of the beginning of the evening. Here’s V’s: I get there a few minutes early on purpose– my little way of having some control before the night begins. Being in the bar settles me into the imminence of the date, of being with N., and I crave that feeling. I order [...]
Feb 082013
I walked in, and looked around. She wasn’t at the bar. Of course not. She’d be in the back, where, once we were together, I could slide my fingers into her pussy unnoticed. I walked past the bar, and sure enough, she was sitting at a big table, all alone, typing a message on her [...]
Jan 232013
You read my part 1 here. Here’s V’s: I received a text informing me he was late just as I was approaching the bar, and he directed me to look at his blog. Same bar as last time, it was mostly empty tonight, save some regulars crowded at one end. In some ways I was [...]
Jan 152013
I had planned for Véronique to receive a paper copy of the note from the bartender.* But I was running late. As I drove up the block, in the rain, toward the bar, I saw her approaching the bar herself. Did she notice me in the car as I passed her, and then stopped, double-parked, [...]
Jan 142013
She knew the day would be long. She knew that in the course of the day, he would select the clothes she would wear that night. That he would provide her with enough direction to ensure… well, to ensure that at the end of the evening, she would be safe, and would feel she had [...]
Jan 142013
Véronique went first. So before I say a word, let me observe a couple of moments from the evening that I began describing here, and that she began describing here, that she omitted, whether because they weren’t significant to her, because she’s kind, or because there was a fuck-load of shit to account for, she’s [...]
