young looking woman going solo.
hooker? no. she doesn't dress like one.
serial killer on the prowl? maybe.
until i sat next to him on the plane on my flight to another job. i admired his wristwatch and complemented him for having excellent taste. we got to talking about watches and cars mostly.
before deplaning, he handed me his business card with the name of his hotel written on the back. “lets do dinner sometime.” he said with a smile.
i never saw him again. i wondered if i did i’d have become wife #3, inherited 7 children and an instant billionaire.
i remember being in a restaurant in dubai many years back. there was a business meeting of men across from me. a couple of arabs and americans having lunch.
their dessert arrived served by four russian women. the women all looked alike.. barbies. there was nothing natural about them. they sat next to each of the men whilst they fed them desserts. the one american refused company. wanted nothing to do with her.
i realised who he was, the american and thought, he’s all business. loves his wife
fritz. my main guy. always so charming.