Risky Business

About Mr Right Now.

Not Canadian, from New York.
Not just in finance, a Stock Broker.
Not just a Stock Broker, but SB with business and self recently bought by major Investment Bank.
Not 6 foot 3........6 foot 5 and a 1/2.
Not just intelligent, a Harvard Graduate.
Not 27 (yet) still 26....
Not just successful, but generous (nice restaurant, bill settled whilst in loo).
Not called Don, called John (ok names changed for privacy but did get it wrong by one letter!)

The night was a great success. We drank, we dined, we had fun, oh yes we had fun over and over again...I think 4 times to be exact.

Then this morning, the dynamics changed. A cold front came in.

So, I'm left pondering the situation and this is where I'm at...

What started out as a potential bit of fun on the side, materialised into a younger version of my vision right before my eyes. A much younger version. A version in a completely different life-stage to self.

I don't think I'll hear from him again. And if I do I'm feeling wary. The last thing I need right now is a broken heart, and I've a feeling that's exactly what would be on the menu a little bit down the track.

Never fear, my enthusiasm hasn't not dampened, it was a truly awesome night. And right now if that's all it was I'm ok with that. The HH must go on, and on it will go...

xxxoooxxx

ps good girl deleted from vocab on request!