their trading activity, advertising, etc. She seemed incredibly sweet, a little shy and awkward perhaps, but she was brand new to the industry.
What did you tell her? You needed her to take a picture for your mistress? I teased.
I didn’t tell her anything! I just asked her to take the picture. I’m her boss so she has to listen to me! LOL
OMG, she probably thinks you’re some kind of weirdo now.
Probably so. Heading to airport. Talk tonight xoxo
Maybe 45 minutes later, I was shocked to see his cell number pop up on my caller ID. I quickly grabbed it and said, “Helloooo?”
He lowered his voice to a husky growl, “Baby… the next time I see you I’m going to lick every inch of your gorgeous body until you are screaming and begging me for mercy…”
“Great. I’m sweating now. Thanks a lot, Matt,” I replied, very dryly.
He started chuckling, “Talk to you later, babe,” and we hung up.
I felt so much better. Once he got to Amsterdam that evening, he called me. Just briefly, because he was meeting some friends there who were also going on the trip. But I was still so happy to hear from him and feeling more secure about our relationship once again.
The next few days passed by at a snail’s pace. I tried to keep myself busy with my kids over the weekend, but I missed his Saturday call and Sunday texts. Maybe Monday…
Monday came and went too, but at least I was back in the routine at work. I started talking to Brooke more and more and thought she was a hoot. I was so glad to have a new friend and even more so to have a distraction.
I had set the clock on my phone so I could keep track of what time it was over in Ukraine. If I was getting ready to go to bed, he was probably just waking up. If I was waking up, he was probably at an orphanage. If I was eating lunch, he was probably getting shit-faced on Horilka (vodka) and whooping it up at some crazy party with his Ukrainian friends. From the way he had described it to me, they drink Horilka like water over there and it does a real number on him. He joked that he felt like he needed to check himself into rehab by the time he got back in the States.
On Tuesday evening I finally got a text from him.
Hey Mal, visited Kirovograd orphanage for girls yesterday, very productive trip, gave them art supplies and took care of some much needed repairs. Went to dinner party in a cabin out in middle of the woods. Hope you are okay. Phone calls can’t connect. IMU, Mattie.
That didn’t exactly fill me with the warm fuzzies I was looking for after not speaking for four days. But I was glad to hear from him nonetheless, and sent him one back. Hope you’re having a good time, babe! Be safe, go easy on the vodka! I miss you!
No response.
The next afternoon, I happened to check my secret email account. Not because I expected anything to be there, but just because I missed him and wanted to re-read some previous emails. To my surprise, there was an email from his work address asking me if I had gotten his text. I couldn’t help but smile. I guess he hadn’t gotten my response after all. I had to be careful what I said. Not that anyone would know who Zoopie was, but I didn’t want to send anything inappropriate to his work address either. I was probably the only one that would see it, but sometimes my boss would go through my emails if things got really busy. I sent back a simple reply: Yes, I responded… do I need to resend?
No answer. Boy, he wasn’t kidding about communication being spotty.
A day later I got another text, but it was more of the same: Hey Mal, went to Pantaijvka today, the whole place is in terrible shape and the kids need so much. Need to have a long talk with director to get a plan in place, so sad and disappointing. Matt
My heart sank. Cripes, man, throw me a friggin’ bone here. Are you my uncle now or something? All I wanted was for him to miss me just a little bit. I was falling apart over here missing him. I responded: Sorry to hear
What did you tell her? You needed her to take a picture for your mistress? I teased.
I didn’t tell her anything! I just asked her to take the picture. I’m her boss so she has to listen to me! LOL
OMG, she probably thinks you’re some kind of weirdo now.
Probably so. Heading to airport. Talk tonight xoxo
Maybe 45 minutes later, I was shocked to see his cell number pop up on my caller ID. I quickly grabbed it and said, “Helloooo?”
He lowered his voice to a husky growl, “Baby… the next time I see you I’m going to lick every inch of your gorgeous body until you are screaming and begging me for mercy…”
“Great. I’m sweating now. Thanks a lot, Matt,” I replied, very dryly.
He started chuckling, “Talk to you later, babe,” and we hung up.
I felt so much better. Once he got to Amsterdam that evening, he called me. Just briefly, because he was meeting some friends there who were also going on the trip. But I was still so happy to hear from him and feeling more secure about our relationship once again.
The next few days passed by at a snail’s pace. I tried to keep myself busy with my kids over the weekend, but I missed his Saturday call and Sunday texts. Maybe Monday…
Monday came and went too, but at least I was back in the routine at work. I started talking to Brooke more and more and thought she was a hoot. I was so glad to have a new friend and even more so to have a distraction.
I had set the clock on my phone so I could keep track of what time it was over in Ukraine. If I was getting ready to go to bed, he was probably just waking up. If I was waking up, he was probably at an orphanage. If I was eating lunch, he was probably getting shit-faced on Horilka (vodka) and whooping it up at some crazy party with his Ukrainian friends. From the way he had described it to me, they drink Horilka like water over there and it does a real number on him. He joked that he felt like he needed to check himself into rehab by the time he got back in the States.
On Tuesday evening I finally got a text from him.
Hey Mal, visited Kirovograd orphanage for girls yesterday, very productive trip, gave them art supplies and took care of some much needed repairs. Went to dinner party in a cabin out in middle of the woods. Hope you are okay. Phone calls can’t connect. IMU, Mattie.
That didn’t exactly fill me with the warm fuzzies I was looking for after not speaking for four days. But I was glad to hear from him nonetheless, and sent him one back. Hope you’re having a good time, babe! Be safe, go easy on the vodka! I miss you!
No response.
The next afternoon, I happened to check my secret email account. Not because I expected anything to be there, but just because I missed him and wanted to re-read some previous emails. To my surprise, there was an email from his work address asking me if I had gotten his text. I couldn’t help but smile. I guess he hadn’t gotten my response after all. I had to be careful what I said. Not that anyone would know who Zoopie was, but I didn’t want to send anything inappropriate to his work address either. I was probably the only one that would see it, but sometimes my boss would go through my emails if things got really busy. I sent back a simple reply: Yes, I responded… do I need to resend?
No answer. Boy, he wasn’t kidding about communication being spotty.
A day later I got another text, but it was more of the same: Hey Mal, went to Pantaijvka today, the whole place is in terrible shape and the kids need so much. Need to have a long talk with director to get a plan in place, so sad and disappointing. Matt
My heart sank. Cripes, man, throw me a friggin’ bone here. Are you my uncle now or something? All I wanted was for him to miss me just a little bit. I was falling apart over here missing him. I responded: Sorry to hear
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