| Oct 10, 2008 @ 12:13 PM |
The Story of Stargazer & Rimmer
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Bionic_Angel
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The one comment rule prevents us from co-writing a blog with another member as we have done in the past. Therefore, Misschief and I have decided to move the Stargazer & Rimmer story blog to the Forums.
For those who are unfamiliar with the story, it's based on the idea of two Matchdoctor members on line for very different reasons. Miss writes from the female point of view (Stargazer) and I write from the male point of view (Rimmer). Neither of us knows what the other is going to write, so the story evolves spontaneously.
We will obviously welcome any feedback, but would be grateful if you could post your comments in the separate thread Stargazer & Rimmer : Post Comments Here for continuity purposes.
Here's hoping lots of you read, and more importantly, enjoy!
Angel 
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| Oct 10, 2008 @ 12:16 PM |
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Bionic_Angel
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It had been a long day! Graeme put the key in the door to his one-bedroom flat in Islington, slipped off his jacket and dropped it on the floor next to the coat stand he hadn't used since the day he bought it. Stretching and yawning he made his way to the recently refurbished kitchen. It was a kitchen Gordon Ramsey would be proud of. Pristine and shiny with lots of chrome and glass and complete with state of the art cooker and food preparation island. He had every cooking device known to man, all unused and gleaming, even the microwave was spotless. There had been grand ideas of cooking up mouth-watering recipes and holding dinner parties when he designed it, but he couldn't find the enthusiasm now it was complete. Besides, he hardly ever felt hungry these days, eating alone was a necessity rather than a pleasure, so it was easier to order in.
He helped himself to a beer and a Cornish pasty from the fridge. God, it would be nice to come home to a nice warm welcome, a kiss at the door, the smell of dinner cooking away, someone to cuddle up to in the evenings. He was so tired of living alone but it was difficult finding someone. He'd tried all the social avenues but most of his friends were in relationships. He was confident and quite happy to go out alone but, not surprisingly, women were a bit suspicious of men hanging around in bars. He couldn't get past buying them a drink and some light small talk. The speed dating thing had been a disaster. He'd chatted away nineteen to the dozen then had difficulty remembering any of the ladies clearly because he'd failed to ask them anything about themselves. A handful of them had expressed an interest but as those attending had appeared to him fifty/fifty moderate and minger he was pretty sure he'd end up with the latter so he hadn't pursued it. Various friends had set him up on blind dates, another recipe for disaster. They meant well but basing a date on the fact you like both people is unlikely to work; and it didn't! Graeme found being polite and feigning interest excruciating. For him, the conversation had to flow. As a last resort, a couple of months earlier, Graeme had signed up to an internet dating site. It had been exciting to begin with, fruitless so far, but passed the time during the lonely evenings when there was nothing on TV.
He ambled through to the lounge, kicked his shoes off on the freshly hoovered, cream carpet and put his beer down on the computer desk. Reaching for the on switch he wondered if tonight would be the night he'd find her. He thought that every night! Graeme always tried to stay positive. Surely there must be someone right for him among the millions of single women out there. As the computer loaded up he stared out through the open curtains at the night sky. It was a full moon and the stars were particularly brilliant. He imagined there must be all kinds of people out there looking at that same moon. He ran his usual local search and there they were; the same old faces! Some he chatted to occasionally, some didn't appeal... Nope, no one new here.... he took a look at the new photographs; these girls wouldn't have been on the site for long so might not be involved with anyone yet.
Stargazer118 smiled back at him from under a fringe of thick blonde hair. He was unexpectedly stirred by the sight of her. He sent her brief mail.
Hello Stargazer,
Have you seen the moon tonight? Just checking in to see how you're getting on. How are you finding this site?
It would be good to hear from you.
Rimmer
Graeme was a fan of the TV show, Red Dwarf. As an ID it hardly competed with the Dark Strangers and Lone Wolves online but it was the first thing that came into his head at the time. On reflection, he wondered if using a euphemism for oral sex was really the best way to find a nice girl, but it was too late now. His thoughts returned to Stargazer and he wondered if she would reply quickly. Her profile would tell him if she was online. Bloody hell! he hadn't even checked her profile. For all he knew, she could be an tag wrestling lesbian. Such are the perils of being lead by the dumb-stick he mused. Graeme was a fan of Ali McBeal; that Ling had a wicked turn of phrase, even if she was a bitch. He quickly clicked onto Stargazer's profile and read carefully.
[Edited on 10/10/2008 12:42 PM]
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| Oct 10, 2008 @ 12:28 PM |
The Story of Stargazer & Rimmer
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misschief
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Anna had had a very busy week, she left her colleagues at La Boheme Restaurant after a wonderful meal and eating a rather exquisite and sticky Pavlova. She quickly dashed for the bus to take her home.
It was raining hard, Anna ran to the apartment and rushed to let herself in.
She dropped all her things on the floor as she made a quick dash for the loo
and a fast blast in the shower.
The water was hot, the shower head was the size of a dinner plate and the
pressure was pelting on Anna's back as good as any massage. The fast blast
turned into half an hour, it was bliss.
Anna's Cello and Grand Piano took pride of place in her lounge. Anna sat on the dark leather sofa in her cream silk pyjamas with a glass of Shiraz and started to read her book, again. It was the book that her mother had bought her for Christmas two years ago, yet she hadn't managed to get past the second chapter. She decided 'positively' this time to put the book in the charity shop bag, she was never going to read it.
There were several messages on the answerphone but Anna ignored them, they
would probably be business related anyway and she turned on her PC as she thought she would take another look at that matchdoctor site. She read a few of the blogs, some were original and interesting, but none of the authors really 'did anything' for Anna.
Then she noticed that her little red icon was flashing, she had mail, how exciting,
she had only signed up a week earlier and hadn't really bothered with the site apart from looking at a few of the 'currently online' members.
She only had one mail, maybe because she wasn't a fully paid up member which meant that her profile wasn't showing on the front page searches? What if everybody was a full paying member, how would they squeeze everyone on to the front page then?
Anna looked at Rimmer's profile before reading his mail. He appeared to be pretty cute and interesting, the profile was quite funny too and they had the same tastes in music and social activities.
Anna read the mail.
Hello Stargazer,
Have you seen the moon tonight? Just checking in to see how you're getting on. How are you finding this site?
It would be good to hear from you.
Rimmer
Well considering it was a different night, she had no idea what the moon had been like on that particular occasion, she had no recollection of ever spotting the moon on that night either.
She checked outside the window and then replied to Rimmer's mail.
Hello Rimmer,
I have just checked outside the window, the moon is there tonight as well.
It's white and round.
I am not getting on with this site at the moment, it's only my second visit,
but I am not here for dating, I am here to write hopefully.
Dating sites in general, I gave up on a while back, just not my scene, sorry.
But I notice you live in the London area too, not many of us here 'across the pond!.'
Have you noticed that it's mainly US members here?
BTW I am close to The Angel of Islington.
Stargazer118
Anna clicked the send button and took a quick look around Matchdoctor, the site was pretty vast. She read the blog rules and decided to write her first blog.
See The Sun
Behind that smile that cheeky grin
There is a sadness lies within
But in her heart she feels the sun
A new day has just begun
Behind those smiling eyes it’s true
There is a person sometimes blue
But in her eyes she sees the sun
Enough to recognise the fun
Behind the laughs and silly stuff
There are sometimes she’s had enough
But in her thoughts she senses sun
Another happy day all done
©2007 All Rights Reserved.
Anna finished her glass of wine, poured another and put on the new CD of her current favourite singer, Corrine Bailey Rae. Then she checked to see if Rimmer was online.
...to be continued...
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| Oct 13, 2008 @ 4:42 PM |
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Bionic_Angel
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Graeme fell in the door and threw his coat at the stand where it promptly landed on the carpet in it's usual crumpled heap. It had been another long day at work, he'd spent all day writing reports which he knew would never be read but were a necessary evil. His colleagues had persuaded him to go for a "quick drink" in the Pitcher & Piano and several Becks later followed by JD chasers he staggered out of the bar and decided to get a cab home as it was more than likely he'd fall asleep on the tube.
He pottered through to the kitchen and stood in front of the fridge with the door open; the coolness brought him round a little. He needed something to eat to soak up the alcohol. Really, he should go to bed but he always felt cheated if he just came home and fell asleep; maybe because he didn't have much of a life these days. He had a good job, plenty of money, a nice home but what was the point with no one to share it with except his tabby cat Mr Choos?
He made himself a coffee and a ham sandwich and glanced over at the computer. Stargazer's pretty eyes looking up from under that blonde fringe came into his head, he felt a familiar stirring. God, he got horny these days at the slightest idea of femininity. The idea occurred to him he'd have to do something about it and quick; achieving a "semi" on the tube might get him arrested.
He pressed the computer on switch and waited. He hadn't heard from her that night but he liked what he read in her profile. They had a few things in common, which pleased him; she wasn't just a pretty face. He wasn't too worried really if she had replied or not. He'd stayed on line that evening and heard from a couple of feisty local girls who were keen to chat on instant messenger. Their pictures didn't stir him in the way Stargazer's had, but he was beginning to wonder if he'd ever get laid. "Any port in a storm" as his Grandmother always used to say with a disapproving look in her eye. He logged on to the dating site and noticed he had mail.
The PC was running slow tonight, the red envelope flickered provocatively but he ignored it and went to make himself another coffee, he really needed to sober up a little. On returning to the desk he opened up the mailbox and decided to check the mail from Foxylady & Titzalina first. One lived about 20 miles from him and the other worked just around the corner to his office, although he couldn't remember who was where. If he could get them on messenger soon he might have a date by the weekend.
The messages from both ladies sounded promising; Foxy could flirt for England and Titzi certainly appeared to live up to her name. Graeme scratched his head as he studied Titzi's photo which was more cleavage than face. He'd like to settle down eventually but didn't see the harm in a bit of fun. He hadn't slept with anyone for at least three months, a long time in his book. He hadn't felt much like it really, he hadn't filed for divorce yet. He was still getting over the shock of catching his wife in bed with his best friend; the biggest shock being the position they were in! She'd never done that with him no matter how hard he'd begged.
He sent off a couple of quick, flirtatious replies to both girls and included his messenger address. He noticed there was an email from Stargazer and was surprised how excited it made him feel. Hopefully it wasn't a polite brush off. What she'd written made him laugh; she'd obviously not checked her mail the same night he'd sent it, she hadn't a clue what he was on about with his talk of the moon. His face dropped when he read she wasn't on line for dating. What the hell was she on there for? Surely she wasn't only looking for friendship; at her age she must have all the friends she needed. It must be a coy ploy, maybe she was playing hard to get. He liked a challenge.
He wrote:-
Dear Stargazer,
You're very observant, the moon is in fact very round and white, are you an expert in astronomy?
So what are you here to write exactly? I've not really found my way around this site yet, still getting used to it.
You're not online for dating, that's cool, but why? Have you had some bad experiences. Just curious, you can tell me to mind my own business if you like. It's OK though, I'm here to make friends too. You're not far from me at The Angel and it is nice to see a friendly Brit online, I'm still fighting my way through all the Americans & Canadians. One woman who mailed me from Antarctica. What's all that about?
Thanks for replying so quickly.
Rimmer
He could see she was on line, he'd have a look around the site and see if she replied tonight.
[Edited on 10/13/2008 5:32 PM]
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| Oct 13, 2008 @ 4:54 PM |
The Story of Stargazer & Rimmer
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misschief
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Anna grabbed a cheese and bacon bagel from the fresh bagel shop near the Embankment on her way home from work. She took it with her, back on the Underground to her apartment.
Angel was always quiet and deserted at this time of night, it was more like a ghost station. Paddy was there on the corner selling his 'Big Issue' to try and raise some more cash to waste in the pub. Anna had never bought a copy from him before, but for some reason tonight, she decided that she would.
Anna's apartment was just two hundred yards from Angel, but by the time she got home it was already 2300 hrs. She had returned to a pile of mail stuffed into the mail box, mostly junk mail as she expected, she went straight into the kitchen to make a fresh coffee and to get a plate for the bagel. Espresso at that time of night wasn't such a good idea, but she had a late start the following morning, she was meeting a client at 1100 hrs, so she wasn't all that bothered about the caffeine.
Anna took her pile of mail from the mail box, and sat in the lounge. The mail went with the Big Issue, unattended in the magazine rack with the rest of the mail that she had received that week and the unread book.
She turned on her PC to check if there were any emails from the client who she was due to meet the following morning. There was an email from her client marked 'urgent!' The mail was to inform her that the appointment would have to be postponed due to unforeseen circumstances. Anna swigged back the Espresso and went to get a large glass of South African Red.
As Anna’s morning appointment had been cancelled, she decided to have a late night and play on the Internet for a while and as she logged into MD she could see that Rimmer was online and there was an email from him too…her heart raced a little. She read the message with a smile on her face, the words seemed to jump from the page at her, and she replied straight away.
Dear Rimmer,
Thanks for the mail, the moon is round again, I am overlooking the gardens behind Angel and it’s very bright tonight.
I am not an expert, I do have a skylight window though.
I have always wanted to write, I have never written anything before apart from music.
I wrote my first 'blog' it's a poem.
I haven't had any mails from anyone apart from you. I gave up on another dating site because of all the fakes. Yes they do exist unfortunately.
This site appears to be a lot more interactive. If I can make a few friends along the way then great!
I hope you had a good week!
Stargazer118
She clicked the send button and waited patiently, but there was no immediate response. Rimmer appeared to be online, but perhaps he had just forgotten to log out.
Anna finished her glass of wine and it was just past 0100 hrs, as she looked up through the skylight, there was still a moon in the sky, just where Rimmer had left it, she thought as she went off to bed.
The following Friday afternoon was an early finish, it was a day filled with hot sunshine and Anna met with her colleagues after work in Soho Square . They sat on one of the wooden benches, eating some sandwiches that they had picked up from Marks & Spencer and fed the pigeons with the crusts.
After that they strolled up the road to The Wheatsheaf Pub, where they had a couple of drinks on the street tables until the sun disappeared over the roof tops.
Anna made her way home on the Underground. There was a ‘singer’ on the tube, he wasn't any good and he was pretending to be blind, but you couldn't buy that atmosphere anywhere where else in the world, the sound of The Underground. Everyone put some coins in his hat as they got off the tube for sheer enjoyment.
It was still light when Anna got home, she took her shoes off and sat at the piano where she played some of her new song, trying hard to get the tune right, or the words right, she wasn't too sure on this one. She looked up to the portrait of her parents on the wall and smiled, she was looking forward to them coming to visit from Oxford this summer. It was starting to get dark, the moon was there again.....It reminded her of Rimmer. Anna hadn't checked her mail on Matchdoctor for days.......
......to be continued................
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| Oct 15, 2008 @ 7:56 AM |
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Bionic_Angel
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Graeme sat at the computer and leaned back in his chair. Mr Choos jumped up on his lap and rubbed his furry head against Graeme's chest leaving tabby hairs on his black sweatshirt. He rubbed the cats head affectionately as he considered whether or not to log on. He hadn't checked his Matchdoctor account in a while, he'd been too busy on messenger with the Temptation Twins, Foxy Lady, a.k.a Helen and Titzalina who he now knew as Siobhan. It had been quite amusing working out how to pronounce it. For some reason Irish names bore no resemblance to the way they were written - of course he'd heard the name, Chevaughn before but had no idea it could be spelt in such a ridiculous way! The Irish certainly had a way of confusing things.
Siobhan was a nurse and he was hoping she'd live up to the stereotypical image running around in his head. He pictured all that cleavage in a starched white uniform in his head and felt that old familiar stirring in his pants. Helen on the other hand was an exotic dancer, which had to be a sure thing, please God! Knowing his luck, sex might be a bit of busman's holiday for the very raunchy looking Foxy Lady.
He signed into messenger and the only green head showing on line was his own. Boredom was beginning to set in as he checked the Matchdoctor site for emails. There was a single, solitary email sitting in his In Box, which was hardly surprising as he'd not really been putting the work in. Clearly it wasn't enough to be good looking, which Graeme knew he was, or at least had been told that all his life. Good looks ran in the family, his mother was an ex-model and his father had broken many a heart in his day. These dating sites took a lot more work than he ever imagined. His face lit up for a second when he realised the email was from Stargazer.
He couldn't wait to reply:-
Hey there Stargazer
I thought you'd know more about the moon because of your name. It gives me a nice feeling to know someone not too far away from me is looking up at the same moon, possibly at the same time.
I didn't realise you were a poet, you don't mention it in your profile. It's interesting you write music but you say you can't sing - how does that work? I will take a look at your poem, I'm not a fan of poetry, but I'm beginning to think I might become a fan of Stargazer. I'd love to know your real name.
I'm sorry you seem to have had a rough time with the fakes. I haven't met any yet - then again if they're fakes.... how would I know?
I like Graham Norton too, I'm named after him (just joking) and I also enjoy the same diversity in music as yourself - Corrine Bailey Rae is really cool (he lied) and I also have Def Leppard, Dido & Robert Palmer in my CD collection.
I'm not a Friends collector but I'd be happy to be your friend.
I've had a great day thanks .... Now I've heard from you.
Take care!
Graeme
Graeme clicked SEND and, as an after thought, also sent her a Friend's request. He pulled Robert Palmer's Greatest Hits from the CD rack, blew the dust off and slipped it into the computer. He'd better do some research in case she mentioned any track in particular.
... to be continued
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| Oct 15, 2008 @ 8:42 AM |
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misschief
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As it was a Friday and there was no work this weekend, Anna decided to finish off her evening with Robert Palmer and the rest of the bottle of wine. She booted up her PC while she went to get one of the new crystal wine glasses that she had bought last week in The Pier.
By the time she returned, the PC was ready, she logged in to her business email account, as usual it was filled to the brim with business, she expected nothing more really and that just wasn't her idea of a good night's entertainment. Anna logged into Matchdoctor instead. For the first time her ‘Friend‘ tab was flashing. As she clicked it she realised that it was a friend request from Rimmer, Anna accepted.
Robert Palmer was belting out his crazy 'Housework' song and Anna opened her mail box. She had had a few comments on her first blog and there was an email from Rimmer too. She opened it hastily and felt excited as she read. She started to reply.
Graeme,
I looked at the moon tonight and it reminded me of you! So maybe we are looking at the same time, and I hope it's the same moon too...otherwise we are in a little bit of trouble.
I’m not a poet, just thought I would give it a try. I can't sing, I write music for the piano, maybe one day I will find a singer. I play the Cello too.
My real name is Anna.
I watched Graham Norton at a friend's house last week, it was so funny, I wonder sometimes if they will every feature Matchdoctor on his show. Now that would be funny!
My name 'Stargazer' has nothing to do with the stars, it's just a name I used to get called for daydreaming a lot.
I notice you have uploaded a new pic, I like it.
Tell me, what's your name?
TGIF!
Anna
Anna clicked the 'send' button and poured herself a glass of wine. She got her 'Big Issue' out and started browsing the pages, but she started to feel a little peckish; the sandwiches that evening had filled a gap but weren't quite enough, so she nipped around to the Italian restaurant around the corner.
Dante was serving at the bar, Anna smiled and asked if she could have a small something to take away.
''Yes of course Anna, anything for you my darling! What would you like? We have some eels fresh tonight.''
'Eew' thought Anna....she had never tried eel and wasn't about to either, so she asked if she could have a pizza made up, but a very small one.
Dante told Anna to take a seat as she waited for her ham, chorizo, onion and mozzarella pizza....
.....then he joined her at the table and asked her if she would like a glass of ‘paraffin.’
''It's the best Italian paraffin in the house!'' he laughed as he poured her a large glass of red house wine.''Your pizza will be ready in ten minutes.''
Anna loved the authentic pizza from here, they were always made with their own recipe bread, topped with the best Napoli sauce ever, the toppings were always the best and this was drizzled with Olive Oil and plenty of Oregano, just the way it should be.
Dante joked with Anna asking her for a date as usual as she waited, looked thoughtful, playing along.
''I don't think your wife would be happy about that Dante.'' Anna laughed.
Giovanni brought the pizza to the table and gave it to Anna.
“On the house Lady'' he said as he kissed Anna on the cheek.
Anna thanked them both as she left and took the pizza back to the apartment. The cool evening air made her feel quite tipsy on her walk back.
The moon was shining brightly, again she thought of Rimmer.
Back at the flat her PC was still on and she checked to see if Rimmer had read her mail. He had, but oops, she noticed that he had already told her that his name was Graeme.
Maybe he wouldn't spot it?
Anna bit into the crispy pizza, the mozzarella was so good it was as stringy as mozzarella should be, it was perfect.
The following morning Anna awoke to the shrill sound of the intercom system. She rushed to let in the Postman, who gave her a package to sign for.
Anna had a shower and threw a pair of old faded blue jeans on with a baggy white T shirt and walked around the corner to have her regular Saturday morning breakfast in Cafe Flo.
She sat at her usual window table and placed the unopened package on the spare chair beside her. Pierre brought Anna her usual tall glass of real lemonade and took her breakfast order.
Anna sat day dreaming out of the window, she watched everyone rushing about their business outside. Most of the crowds were shoppers and tourists, but there were some people trying to ricochet through the crowds to get to work.
Before she knew it, her Eggs Benedict had arrived with some freshly ground coffee.
When Anna had finished her breakfast she started to open her package. There was a conference brochure, a covering letter and some travel vouchers. Anna opened the letter.
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| Oct 15, 2008 @ 8:43 AM |
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misschief
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Dear Anna,
Please find enclosed a brochure and full details from your client Giannis Catsaridis. He will arrange for your transfer from Athens tomorrow night.
You will be picked up from your home address tomorrow evening at 1900 hrs to meet your flight from Heathrow Airport.
I think you will find that everything is in order, good luck with this one Anna, Giannis is one of our biggest clients.
Kindest Regards,
Simon.
Anna paid her bill and told Pierre that she would be away for a couple of weeks as she left. She called into Boots The Pharmacy on the corner to buy some toiletries for her trip and went back to the flat to pack her suitcase.
.....to be continued....
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| Oct 16, 2008 @ 5:53 PM |
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Graeme dodged a sleeping tramp wrapped up in an stinking blanket as he made his way with the throng of commuters to his office at the BBC. He was running a little late and flew up the stairs at the exit of Oxford Street Station nearest Top Shop. He normally stopped at MacDonald’s to grab a takeaway coffee. Today, glancing at his watch he decided against it as he was already late.
He'd drunk one too many bottles of beer the night before and fallen asleep on the sofa and woke around 7am. He was freezing cold, face pushed into a cushion, drool at the corner of his mouth. Mr Choos was using him as a scratching post, narrowly missing his privates. Robert Palmer was still crooning through the speakers because he'd put it on a loop. That bloody Housework track was beginning to drive him mad, he really couldn't stand it. Although running late for work but he stank of beer and sweat and had to take a quick shower. He stepped out of his crumpled clothes, pressed the shower ON button next to the toilet in his luxury bathroom and took a pee. A vivid dream he'd had that night about a threesome with Foxy Lady and Titzalina made this a bit of a slow process. Finally he stepped under the steaming shower and felt his brain wake up a little as the hard jets of water pounded on his head, ran down his face and disappeared down the drain into the labyrinth of sewers below the London Streets. Gradually his mind wandered from the sewer to his forthcoming date with Siobhan. He wondered if she would be as flirtatious in person as she was on messenger. The water was a little hot, he switched the tap too far towards cold and gasped with shock! Having become a little distracted by his imagination, the cold shower was just what he needed. There was no time for any other form of express relief.
There was no one in the office to give him a disapproving look as he strode into the office ten minutes late. There was quite a hierarchy above him but he was among the senior staff in the IT Department. Graeme’s position held the unfortunate acronym DSHIT - Deputy Senior Head of Information Technology. Everything at the BBC was abbreviated within an inch of it’s life. Departments, job titles, stationery, the menu in the canteen. There was a form to fill out for everything including toilet breaks meetings were held to decide everything from departmental budgets to whether or not to have the next meeting. It was a minefield of red tape but Graeme was an IT geek so he fitted in with the disciplined system rather well. He'd started at the BBC when he left school and had worked his way up to senior level. He was happy most of the time but people were a little disappointed when they discovered he had the least exciting job at the BBC apart from the lavatory cleaners. It was well paid though and they had a fantastic pension scheme he'd been paying into since he was 21, he'd be a fool to leave now.
His secretary Amelia sashayed into his office with a pile of reports to sign.
"Morning Graeme! Jesus, did you not get any sleep last night?"
Graeme pushed the pile of reports to one side.
"Don't push your luck Milly, you can be replaced you know. Make yourself useful and get me a black coffee will you?"
Amelia put hands on hips and pursed her lips.
"Pretty please Milly, you're my best girl. I'll buy you a drink at lunchtime". He begged, flashing her the puppy dog expression that usually got him what he wanted with women.
Amelia allowed a smile to cross her lips and left the room to fetch her boss his coffee.
He really couldn't be bothered to plough his way through those reports just yet and decided to wait until after his second cup of coffee. Amelia had booted the computer up for him as usual so he just had to log onto Matchdoctor. The coffee seemed a long time coming, as did the date site. Patience was never his strong point, he always left it until the last minute to get to the bus stop because he couldn't stand to wait. There were a few emails from illiterate scammers and mingers, but there, like a star in the darkness, was one from Stargazer. The feeling he'd relieved himself of under the cold shower began to return.
Rimmer,
I looked at the moon tonight and it reminded me of you! So maybe we are looking at the same time and I hope it's the same moon too...otherwise we are in trouble.
I am not a poet, just thought I would give it a try. I can't sing, I write music for the piano, maybe one day I will find a singer. I play the Cello too.
My real name is Anna..
I watched Graham Norton at a friend's house last week, it was so funny, I wonder sometimes if they will every feature MD on his show. Now that would be funny!
'Stargazer' has nothing to do with the stars, it's just a name I used to get called for daydreaming a lot.
I notice you have uploaded a new pic, I like it.
Tell me, what's your name?
TGIF!
Stargazer118
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| Oct 16, 2008 @ 5:54 PM |
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Graeme didn't know what to do, he had a date pending with a possible nympho’ nurse and was still trying to persuade the exotic dancer to show him her python if he showed her his. Getting involved with Anna at the moment might complicate things a bit. Graeme wasn't sure he was ready for anything more than a bit of fun just yet. Despite her attempts to convince him she wasn't really looking, he found it hard to believe anyone would be on a dating site simply to write poetry. He suspected she'd probably been hurt and was just testing the waters, much like himself. He moved the cursor to click reply, hesitated for a second and decided she was too sweet. He wasn't ready to get involved with a girl like her and unsure he'd ever be. A double betrayal had left him wondering if he could ever trust another person again. He signed out of Matchdoctor and turned to his reports.
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| Oct 16, 2008 @ 7:37 PM |
The Story of Stargazer & Rimmer
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Anna had nearly finished packing her things, she put her 'good luck' charm in to her night bag... not that it had ever brought her any luck. It had been a present given to her by her Chief Bridesmaid Sara on her 'Wedding Day.'..
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…Anna had been so much in love with Damien, he had been her only boyfriend since she was fifteen years old. He had proposed to her on her 21st birthday at a romantic dinner at The Savoy Hotel on The Strand.
On the 'Wedding Day' Anna seemed to be a little on edge, she turned up twenty minutes late and was asked to wait in the car, but after another ten minutes, Sara came to tell her that Damien had never showed and his Best Man had no idea what had happened.
Anna was later to learn that he had run off with some floozy from Tiddy Doll’s Eating House at Mayfair.
She checked her Matchdoctor account, still no reply from Rimmer, perhaps she had upset him for not remembering his name...but thought.... so what. if he's that petty, then I can't be arsed.
There was another mail from 'TheOne' a mail from North Yorkshire. but as she went to read it, the telephone rang, it was Simon. ''Meet me at the Trocadero Anna?'' he asked.
Simon was standing at the small bar alongside the tenpin bowling alleys in The Trocadero when Anna arrived. He was dressed in his usual 'jeans off the arse' with his white boxers emphasising his fake tanned torso. He kissed Anna on the cheek of her face and bought her a Grolsch beer, they went to sit on the leather sofas.
''So Anna, are you looking forward to your two weeks away with Mr. Catsaridis?'' Simon asked...…“It doesn't just involve the conference centre in Athens, but that will all become evident after you have arrived. There is talk of travel across Europe for a few days too, but you can never assume anything with Giannis. He is our best client as you well know.''
Anna replied that she was more than happy to take this trip, her parents weren't due to arrive in London for at least another month and her 'other life' consisted mainly of her music and career - strictly at that moment in time.
After a couple of beers and some idle chat, Anna left the Trocadero and headed back to Angel.
Saturday nights at Angel were absolutely heaving with people and traffic. The restaurants were overflowing with queues to everywhere.
She was glad to get home that night due to the two week journey ahead. She went straight to the kitchen and put on the kettle to make some tea.
While the kettle was boiling she turned on her PC. She logged in to Matchdoctor to see if there were any further replies to her blog. There were none, perhaps her prose was as exciting as watching a nodding dog.
Anna checked her emails and still, no reply from Rimmer.
Anna thought that there was something about Rimmer that she liked, so regardless of being against all her principles, she decided to leave him a small note before she left for Athens anyway...
Graeme,
I have to go away for a short time, unexpectedly, but just wanted you to know that I will be in touch on my return.
I noticed that you hadn't replied to my email, but I know that you are probably too busy doing other stuff.
BTW I also noticed that you like dancing in your profile....yet another love of mine.
Apparently the Athens moon is extremely beautiful at night too, I might even look up to it while I am there to check the roundness and the authenticity.
There's something about you Graeme, I don't know you, but I must admit that 'knowing you' is favourable to me at this moment in time, no matter what moon is on the horizon or in the sky, whatever sky.
I will be in touch in a couple of weeks.
Take care Graeme,
Anna
...to be continued...
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| Oct 20, 2008 @ 5:12 AM |
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Bionic_Angel
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The tube train rumbled into Highbury Station. Graeme leant against the barrier near the door; the newspaper tucked under his arm was soaking up the days sweat. It has been humid in town, he'd have to jump into the shower as soon as he got home. He’d arranged to meet Siobhan at his favourite little Italian restaurant at the Angel. It occurred to him as he mounted the escalator, maybe dinner might not have been such a good idea. What if they didn't get on as well face to face as they had on messenger? They'd had a brief chat on the phone; she sounded sweet but he'd been a bit pissed by that time after a carafe of Dante's paraffin he'd been keeping in the fridge for weeks. He'd chattered on about a load of rubbish, hadn't really let her get a word in. She had a cute laugh though, kind of girlish and the Irish accent was quite sexy. He wouldn't worry about it too much, Dante's did a great ham, chorizo, onion and mozzarella pizza, drizzled with olive oil and plenty of oregano. He'd have a good meal if nothing else.
He turned the key in the door to his flat. Mr Choos greeted him with a meow and a purr and meandered around his feet as he made his way to the bathroom. He stepped neatly out of his clothes, leaving them in a crumpled heap on the Italian stone floor. Letting the shower run a minute to the right temperature he let his mind clear for a moment as the steam began to emanate from the glass cubicle. Stepping under the soothing jets of water, his mind returned to a conversation he'd had at lunchtime over a sandwich and a swift half with his colleague, Alfie.
Alfie had been on his own for years, he was 45, a really nice guy, but a bit of a nerd; not exactly God's gift to women. Graeme had always felt a strange kind of comfort that Alfie was on his own too. In fact, he had rather imagined he always would be. Alfie hadn't had a girlfriend in his life and still lived with his parents in the two up, two down in Tooting where he was born. To Graeme’s amazement, he’d arrived in the office that morning without his glasses and sporting a new spiky haircut that took years off him. Amelia cheekily asked how he thought he'd get any work done if he couldn't see. Alfie smiled sheepishly and announced he was wearing contact lenses on the advice of his new girlfriend, Shirley. Graeme had felt his heart sink. Alfie finding himself a girlfriend meant he was now the only unattached man in the department. He didn't know why that bothered him so much but strangely, it did!
Graeme stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around his slim waist and took a look at himself in the mirror that stretched across the whole of one wall. He liked what he saw; fairly good looking, fit for 40, no excess fat, well maybe a little, no grey hairs though and he didn't need glasses, let alone contacts. If Alfie could get himself a girl he shouldn't have too much difficulty. He thought of the suggestive conversations he’d had with Siobhan on messenger and realised he wasn't altogether sure she was what he was looking for. He hadn't thought about it much really. Friendship would be nice to begin with and something in common perhaps. Companionship more than friendship really, someone to cuddle up to on the lonely nights. He liked the idea of that, although sex would be good too. He didn't just want sex though, he needed someone he could talk to who would care enough to listen. So he was looking for a friend and confidante really, someone to have a laugh with, visit places, take to restaurants and dinner parties... and who would go like a barn door in the wind from time to time… actually, often would be good, but he'd settle for now and again. Nothing serious though.
Not realising what he'd just imagined was in fact a serious relationship, he made his way to the kitchen to feed Mr Choos who by this time was mad with hunger and sniffing around the work surface. Graeme ruffled the cats furry head, nudged him gently onto the floor and opened a pouch of Whiskers. He wasn't due to meet Siobhan until 8pm so he had time to check his mail before he got dressed.
Graeme was expecting an email from an old friend in Wales. He'd found some old photos of when they were at school together and had promised to scan them and send them as soon as he could. He logged into Hotmail and noticed he had a few; a couple from British Telecom about his broadband package, one from his friend in Wales and another from Matchdoctor. He tried to open the attachment from his Welsh friend but it wouldn't budge. Frustrated, he clicked on the Matchdoctor mail to see who is was from. He was pleasantly surprised to see it was from Anna. He really hadn't expected to hear from her again, he hadn’t replied to her and hadn't really given her a second thought. Once or twice he’d had a fleeting thought when he'd caught a glimpse of the moon, but nothing more. Suddenly he found himself wishing it was Anna he was meeting tonight instead of Siobhan. He took a long look at her picture. God, she was stunning! This girl had something extra he couldn't put his finger on. Perhaps it was just a good picture. He decided he’d better take a look at what she had to say, she might be giving him the brush off because he hadn't replied to her earlier mail.
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| Oct 20, 2008 @ 5:15 AM |
The Story of Stargazer & Rimmer
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Bionic_Angel
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Graeme skimmed the email at first, focussing on the last paragraph. Ah, so the girl who was only on here to write poetry might not be telling the whole truth. There was definitely something more than friendly in those few words. The idea of this pleased him but he read it through again to make sure it wasn't the punch line of some kind of joke. For some reason his heart sank at the idea of her being away in Greece. She hadn't indicated how long for, what if it was months? Why was she going there anyway? Was it a holiday or work? Was she going to meet some guy she'd hooked up with on line? He caught himself for a moment; what on earth was he doing? They'd never met, barely exchanged contact and he was already jealous of a possibly non-existent on line Greek God. He really needed to get his leg over soon, all this celibacy was making him crazy. Siobhan might help him out with that later with any luck. Oddly, the idea didn't move him at all. He sat back for a minute and gazed absent-mindedly out of the window. The moon was shining brightly and was partially shaded by cloud, giving it an eerie glow. He wondered if Anna was looking at the moon in Athens right now. Was she thinking of him? He hoped so, though he doubted it. He decided to reply to her email.
Hey there Anna,
I'm sorry I've not been in touch in a while but I've been very busy at work - the Corporation can't survive without me. I'm the reason your TV Licence fee is so high!
I would be very interested to hear your expert views on the Athens moon and to discover if it is indeed as luminescent & lovely as it appears here tonight....much like your picture.
I'm intrigued to know what has taken you so far away from me and so suddenly, we've barely got to know each other. I'd hate to lose you so soon to some Greek Adonis.
I look forward to hearing from you on your return.
Graeme
P.S. Yes, I love to dance, my mother was a ballroom dance teacher, I learned from a very early age. There's a Salsa Club in the West End, I'd love to go but I need a partner. Do you know an available female preferably with two legs who might like to accompany me. Have you seen "Shall We Dance" with Richard Gere & J-Lo? Very sensual
He didn't re-read it, he never did, no time now anyway. He was meeting Siobhan in half an hour. The message was sent with a click of the mouse.
As he approached Dante's Graeme wondered for a second if he was doing the right thing. How mad was this? Still, people did it all the time these days, he was probably way behind the rest of the world, this being his first internet date. He checked his reflection in the window then glanced over at the bar. He spotted a woman with short, blonde, spiky hair sat on a high stool, looking at her mobile phone. She said she'd be wearing blue, could that be Siobhan? He pushed the door open and moved purposefully towards the bar. Giovanni clocked him and smiled.
"Graeme, my man! A glass of our finest for one of our best customers, no?"
The blonde looked in Graeme's direction and returned her attention to her phone, he guessed she wasn’t Siobhan.
"Yeah, yeah G, pour it out, I'll have it at my table. Actually, could you bring a carafe, I'm meeting someone tonight?"
Giovanni nodded, smiled and showed Graeme to his table. As soon as his backside hit the seat his mobile phone rang. It was Siobhan's Irish tones.
"Hellooooo, oim about tirty seconds away”
"Oh Hi, I’m at the table in the window, you can't miss me, see you in a bit".
Graeme took a sip of his wine and focussed his eyes on the door. It flew open and a couple walked in, it was raining now and they laughed together as the man shook out the golf umbrella they'd been sharing and placed it in the rack by the door. They were quickly followed by a group of six, chattering away noisily. A few seconds passed and the next figure to emerge through the door was a painfully thin female figure with humongous breasts, wearing a thin blue summer dress and a Sainsbury's carrier bag on her head. The poor woman’s soaked, thought Graeme as he tapped his knife on the table and took a sip of wine. She removed the bag from her head, her silver rounded spectacles were wet with raindrops. She took them off and squinted in Graeme's direction. A smile broke out on her face and she waved like she was a hundred yards away.
"Oooooh ooooooh, Graeme is that you, it's me Siobhan, Jesus it's raining fecking vicars and virgins out there".
Every head in the place turned towards the door, then to Graeme seated in the window, even the piped music couldn't drown out Siobhan's dulcet tones. Graeme raised his hand sheepishly and she scuttled over to the table, threw her soaking carrier bag under her chair and poured herself a huge glass of wine.
"Have you been waiting long pet? I'd have been here sooner but there was a queue for the bog . Our Bernie is such a hooar, it takes her an age to choose what knickers she's gonna wear, let alone which lipstick! Oi nearly fecking wet mesel’ waiting for her to get ‘er arse out the privvy. Have you ordered yet?"
Suddenly Graeme started to lose his appetite.
"Um, not yet, are you hungry?" He raised his eyes heavenward. Please God, she says she isn‘t. He mentally crossed his fingers too.
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| Oct 20, 2008 @ 5:16 AM |
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Bionic_Angel
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"Is the Pope Catholic? Oi heven't filled me face since yesterday breakfast toim, oi could eat a scabby horse between two piss-stained mattresses".
Graeme lost his appetite altogether, but it was too late now. There was only one thing for it, he'd have to get pissed. He ordered up another carafe of wine and told Siobhan he'd have whatever she was having. He probably wouldn't be able to eat at all but he'd have to at least try. He knocked back a large glass of white as Siobhan ordered half the menu and chattered away about how many bed pans she'd emptied that day and the state of some of the patients bowel movements. After a third glass of wine on an empty stomach he managed to blank out the chatter and focus on how she looked.
Siobhan had a sweet face, really pretty green eyes with thick black lashes, the hair was obviously dyed blonde, but the style gave her an elfin look that was very appealing. She was stick thin but those enormous breasts were beginning to give him an appetite. Not so much for the Pasta Primavera which had just been put in front of him but what might be served up as dessert. He forked a mouthful onto his tongue and grinned politely through chewing lips as Siobhan regaled him with a tale of how the Staff Nurse had taken a group of students into a side room that afternoon, pulled back the curtains around the bed to take a look at a patient and caught one of the auxiliary nurses giving him a bit of express relief. He imagined she might be quite amusing after another glass of wine, maybe this wasn't so bad after all. She was chatty, friendly, not bad looking, great tits. Suddenly he was hungry again.
Graeme tucked into his pasta and laughed at Siobhan’s incessant chatter. She didn't eat much, in spite of the fact some of her food order had to be sited at the next table.
"Oim such an eejit, me oi's are bigger than me belly" she giggled.
Siobhan continually played with her food and talked endlessly about Bridie's fella who's poking her best mate Rochelle, and how Bridie didn't know and although Bridie was her mate, she'd done the dirty on her back in Cork with her first boyfriend Shane O'Donnell so she didn’t see why she should do her any favours… The words sort of melded together into a drunken fog, her accent had become a sexy lilt and he could look at nothing else but her firm breasts moving up and down as she jiggled around animatedly in her seat. He'd have to find a way to shut her up and get her back to his place before he fell off his seat. The Primavera wasn't really soaking up the alcohol.
Graeme opened his eyes; the Big Ben alarm clock said it was 8.29am. He wished momentarily that it had a volume control because the tick was bouncing around in his head like a rubber ball in a squash court. Daylight was streaming in through the gaps in the curtains, he shifted position slightly and hid his head under the duvet. The smell of stale sweat and alcohol made him feel nauseous. He came up for air and turned away from the window nearly jumping out of his skin when he realised he wasn't alone. Siobhan lay sleeping next to him, her sweet face smudged with last nights makeup and her mouth slightly open. He closed his eyes and lay on his back, it was coming back to him now, albeit in slight flashbacks. He had no idea how they'd got back to the apartment. He'd obviously had too much to drink, there were gaping great holes in his memory.
He glanced over again at Siobhan's open lips and a vision of exactly what those lips got up to last night hit him like a thunderbolt. He lifted the duvet slightly, one look at those perfectly rounded boobs seemed to awaken his memory. She'd been telling him about her cosmetic surgery. He had wondered how this slip of a girl could have been blessed with such huge assets. Of course, she couldn't wait to show him, she was so proud.
"Look, no scars.....see!" Of course he had to look, it would have been impolite not to. He had a good feel too. They didn’t feel as good as natural ones but, hey, beggars can't be choosers.
Siobhan was very experienced in the sack and when she shut up she was really very sexy and attractive. She'd ridden him like a favourite in the Grand National and they'd crossed the finish line together with much gasping and Siobhan shouting "Jesus, Mary Mother of God" at the top of her lungs. Jesus might not have heard her, but the neighbours probably did.
She had been exactly what he needed at the time but now he felt strangely empty. He lay there wondering what to do next. How would he break it to her that it was fun but she wasn't really his type. He felt suddenly guilty now, he shouldn't have slept with her really, but they had both been drunk and horny. Well, there wasn't much he could do about it now. Suddenly his heart missed a beat. Had they been safe? Christ, he hadn't had sex in ages, never bought any condoms, besides he hated the things. He'd nearly bought some the day after he arranged to meet Siobhan then thought it probably wouldn't happen anyway. His memory kicked in again and a picture of Siobhan sliding a condom over his manhood with the aid of her lovely lips came bounding into view. He breathed a sigh of relief and realised he was getting hard again. He'd best get in the shower, he could wake her up for another round but that wouldn't be right. He left her dozing and made his way to the bathroom.
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| Oct 20, 2008 @ 5:17 AM |
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Bionic_Angel
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Siobhan turned over in the king size bed, stretched and yawned. The sound of running water from the bathroom played around in her head. She sat up, pulled the duvet around her and looked around the room. Oh Lord, she thought, not again! She scanned the room for a sign of her clothes. There was a trail of male and female clothing leading from the door to the hallway. She jumped up quickly, spotting her underwear first and dressed her way to the front door. She'd just go, like she always did.
Siobhan was married to her childhood sweetheart back home. She'd come to London to study nursing in one of the top hospitals. She made regular trips home and planned to have a family with her lovely Patrick, but for some reason she couldn't seem to keep her knickers on long enough to stay faithful. The meal with Graeme had been simply to pass the time. She was so bored with the long nights sitting around the nurses quarters when all the other girls were out with their men. She got lonely for a bit of male company, that's why she'd joined the dating site in the first place, she’d kidded herself if was to find friends. Somehow she always ended up in bed with them.
She opened the door quietly, rescued her handbag from underneath the coat stand and closed the door just as quietly behind her. Graeme couldn't hear her heels clicking noisily down the stairs for the sound of water running in his ears.
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| Oct 20, 2008 @ 7:08 AM |
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misschief
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It was Friday afternoon as Anna boarded the plane back to Heathrow, she made her way to her seat and before she knew it it was touch down at the airport. She had fallen asleep just after the safety announcements had been done in English, then French, Greek, German and Spanish, dreaming of streets lined with Orange Trees, bustling roads, crazy traffic, romantic Greek restaurants and the conference centre in which she had spent the most of her last two weeks with Giannis.
It was 14 degrees and wet as the aeroplane landed and she awoke with a stiff neck from sleeping awkwardly. She left the plane and headed for passport control and went on toward the carousel. After a while the first suitcase appeared and as usual, it never seemed to belong to anybody.
Anna's bag came off last, it had been marked 'FRAGILE.' As she took her bag, she noticed that the first suitcase was still unclaimed and now solitary.
Simon was in the Arrivals Lounge to greet Anna, and she gave him a hug as he took her bags, he didn't need to ask how the deal had gone, 'success' was written all over Anna's face, she told him regardless.
"Signed and sealed Simon!" she said with a confident smile.
Simon dropped Anna at her flat and helped her in with her bags. He shook her hand and gave her another hug as he told her that he would see her at the office on Monday. He had to leave quickly as he was meeting his mother at Le Gavroche for her 60th birthday celebration. Simon left his car at Anna's and headed for Angel to get the Tube to Green Park.
Anna went into the kitchen, she put the coffee machine on, she was desperate for a dust free coffee after all that Greek 'tar' that tasted as if it was made from roadside dirt. After making an Espresso, Anna went into the lounge, sat on the sofa and laid back to see the moon through the skylight window, she thought back to the Athens moon when she had taken a stroll along the beautiful beach at Glyfada with Giannis.
Anna got up quickly from the sofa as she remembered Rimmer. She wondered if he had bothered to write, or even was the slightest bit interested in her at all, she switched on her PC to take a look.
As she logged into the site, she noticed that there was a new layout, it took her a while to find her mailbox and when she did, she noticed that the little red flashing envelope that used to be there, was gone and had been replaced with a more friendly looking one.
Anna opened her posh looking new inbox, there were two emails, yet another one from 'TheOne' that she didn't bother to read, but there was a mail from Rimmer.
Anna thought it was quite sweet, and she replied...
Graeme,
I have literally just got back from Athens, I stayed in Giannis's apartment in Glyfada, it's just outside the airport. I’ll tell you more about that later.
I don't watch TV, so I won't be paying a licence fee, you can make it as expensive as you wish.
The Athens moon was very beautiful at night but more so in the day. In the daytime it was most spectacular on a bright blue sky at the same time you could see the sun.
The Belt of Orion was highly visible at night, I know I said that I know nothing about stars, and I don't, I just happened to ask Giannis. Mind you, I think he was trying to impress me, because I have just checked on Google images and there are no pictures like anything that I saw. I think what I saw was probably some amber lights in the mountains,
luminescent & lovely as it appears here tonight...much like your new picture.
No, no, no, Giannis is no Greek Adonis, he's our biggest client, and he is our ‘biggest’ client too, a little too large for my liking. I had to go there to sort out some business, quite boring really, eight days in a conference centre, but it was worth it to see some of Athens after everything was finalised.
Not sure about Salsa, Ballroom is more my style, will have to think about that one.
I haven't seen 'Shall We Dance.'
I was hoping that you had got back to me, it's lovely to hear from you.
Anna.
Anna clicked the send button and noticed that Graeme was online.
The next thing she knew, it was midnight as she awoke on the sofa, feeling refreshed from a dream about drinking iced Greek coffee with Giannis in the Flea Market, just outside the centre of Athens.
Anna decided to take a shower, as she didn't feel at all tired especially after sleping during the afternoon on her flight. She made herself a cup of English tea and checked her calendar for the weekend.
Saturday - Cafe Flo - Morning
Shopping with Jennifer - Meet at The Couture Gallery, Kensington - 1200hrs
Albert & Victoria Museum - Ralf 1400hrs
Late Afternoon tea - Ralf - Claridges
Sunday - Lazy day!!
Anna checked Matchdoctor again, she could see that Rimmer was still online. He had read her mail but hadn't replied, she logged out and switched off her PC and went to bed to read her book 'The Da Vinci Code.'
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| Oct 20, 2008 @ 7:14 AM |
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The following morning Anna checked her calendar again as she wasn't sure what time to meet Ralf later that afternoon. The sun was shining and it looked like it might be a hot day, so she dressed in some cool linen pants with a silk manchu style blouse. She straightened her hair and put it up into a French Pleat, then put on some pale pearly pink lipstick.
She went to turn off the PC but decided to take a new pic to upload to her profile on Matchdoctor. She quickly checked her mailbox but there was still no reply from Rimmer. Anna switched off the PC, grabbed her white Prada handbag and took a leisurely stroll to Cafe Flo.
Anna got home after a long day and tea in Claridges with Ralf, she was feeling rather bloated after eating way too many salmon and cucumber sandwiches, not to mention the freshly baked scones with thick clotted cream that she had to ' reluctantly force' down. She juggled her shopping bags about, to put her key in the door to her flat and went straight to the bedroom to hang her new clothes away.
The telephone rang, it was Ralf to tell her that he had picked up her 'Astro Strawberries' by mistake and that he would drop them round to her later. Anna had never tasted Astronaut food, so she picked them up in the shop at the Science Museum after they had visited The Victoria and Albert Museum.
Anna went back to the bedroom and took out her Britta Kjerkegaard cocktail dress and tried it on again. It was a stunning long silk backless dress with criss cross straps that fell elegantly into the small of her back. She took out her new Jimmy Choo's from the Kensington shop and slipped them on and took another look in the mirror. Anna had spent nearly three thousand pounds that day, but so far it looked like it was worth every penny.
There was a knock at the door, it was Ralf; Marjorie the lady downstairs had let him in.
''Wow! You look goot Anna!'' Ralf managed to tell her, almost breathless after running up three flights of stairs.
Ralf was a German student studying dentistry at King's College, they had met one night on The Underground when Ralf had first arrived in London two years beforehand. He was having problems finding The Strand, so Anna helped him to The Embankment and walked with him directly to the college to show him the route. They had remained friends ever since.
Anna sat in her cocktail dress eating Astro Strawberries with Ralf in her lounge. They did taste somewhat like strawberries, because they were. The dress was already earning it's keep.
Anna arranged to meet Ralf in Wetherspoon's near Pentonville in one hour's time for a few bevies, giving her just enough time to slip on some jeans and a T shirt and check her emails, still no word from Rimmer. Anna wondered if he had noticed her new sexy pic on her profile. She went to meet Ralf at the pub.
On Monday morning, Anna was greeted again by Simon.at work. They chatted briefly about their weekend activities. Simon had had a yet another memorable meal at Le Gavroche with his mother to celebrate her birthday. Then Simon told her that her bonus pay for the deal with Giannis would be in her bank account by that afternoon. Anna was pleased as it would help pay towards her rather expensive shopping spree that weekend.
It was an extremely busy week, Anna arrived home late on Friday evening after a few drinks with her colleagues at The Spice of Life in Soho. She hadn't been on her PC all week due to lack of time, so she logged in to see if Rimmer had even bothered to reply to her mail yet. Rimmer was online but he hadn't replied, Anna hadn't signed up for dating anyway, so she wasn't really that bothered, but she still had thoughts about him, in fact she was beginning to think that she thought about him far too much for someone she had never even met.
Anna was feeling creative, but she wanted to enhance her next blog with graphics, so she signed up as a Gold Member, and noticed that now she could now see who had been viewing her profile and that Rimmer had viewed her profile seven times during the past month, the last time being that afternoon in fact, so he had seen her new pic, he must have not liked it then she thought to herself. She couldn't be bothered trying out her new feature of posting graphics, she had no idea what BB Code was and how to paste an 'IMG' or 'URL.' She decided to have an early night and to take her book to bed instead.
...to be continued...
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| Oct 21, 2008 @ 11:14 AM |
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The sun shone brightly on the patio at the Hope & Anchor public house. Graeme and his friends, Tom, Ed and Nigel sat nursing their cold lagers, contemplating what to eat. There was an England match on that evening and they'd decided to watch it at the local to soak up the atmosphere. Football wasn't a passion for Graeme but he followed his local club, hard not to as it was the Arsenal, they were difficult to avoid at the best of times whether you liked football or not. He actually found the England matches disappointing but nevertheless always looked forward to them. It was a chance to be out with his mates, have a beer, a laugh and a bit of piss taking. It had been Nigel's turn earlier. Ed was regaling them for the umpteenth time about their holiday in Tenerife when they were in their early twenties. After a night on the lager followed by Tequila Slammers Nigel had gone skinny dipping then still stark naked had climbed up a tree near the pool with his tape recorder and tried to record the sound of the crickets chirping. The rest of the party had legged it when they spotted the hotel management heading in their direction. They left poor Nigel naked up a tree trying to explain to the Manager how he just had to have this recording because it reminded him of the opening of Wham's Club Tropicana. They'd heard this story so many times yet they always laughed like idiots.
"How did your date with the Sexy Siobhan go Gray?" Ed piped up.
"Oh yeah, did you break your post separation duck mate?" Tom couldn't resist a dig.
Graeme smiled but said nothing. The other guys laughed loudly and made various lewd comments. Nigel slapped him on the back like he'd just won the 100 metres, saying "Congratulations mate, it's about time". They wanted to know all the sordid details but Graeme couldn't tell them if he wanted to, he couldn't remember very much. It all seemed a bit of a waste of time really. He had been shocked, but relieved when he emerged from the shower to find an empty, crumpled bed and just his own clothing on the floor where it had previously lain with Siobhan's. Of course he was mystified as to why she’d left without saying goodbye, but felt it was probably for the best. Her leaving had saved him having to explain how he really wasn’t up for a repeat performance. However, his ego had hoped at least she might have enjoyed herself, but her rapid departure led him to believe otherwise. His ego smarted a little as he wondered about Foxy Lady for a moment. Should he put himself through it again? Sex with someone you don't care about could be a very empty act, just a means to an end. The fact he couldn't even remember that part with Siobhan made it all seemed rather pointless. He'd wait and see about Helen.
His thoughts turned to Anna. She was in a different league somehow. He wasn't sure exactly what it was about her, she was lovely looking and obviously intelligent, but she wasn't putting herself out there like the others. She must be a little lonely to be on the dating site in the first place, even if she said she wasn’t looking for a relationship. He was pretty sure she was just protecting herself from being hurt again. He decided to try a little harder to get to know her, perhaps then she’d feel she could trust him. He could read her blogs, they might help.
"You alright Gray? Do you want another drink or not?" Tom's dulcet tones interrupted Graeme's reverie.
"Er, yeah, same again thanks" he replied quietly.
He suddenly realised he was ready for something serious and was a little shocked at the idea. Maybe it was just the affects of the heat and the beer, although he couldn't wait to get back to the flat to see if she had returned from her trip. He'd not checked his mail in a while; he wrote such a lot at work it didn't appeal to him to sit tapping at the keyboard in his spare time. He might have to rectify that now, Anna was a little writing machine, 50 blogs so far and he'd only read one. He had some catching up to do.
Graeme sat at his computer later that evening, the Matchdoctor screen beckoning him to read this blog and that, the red envelope flashing to invite him in. He clicked it eagerly and his heart fluttered a little to see more than one email fromStargazer. He was delighted to see she’d returned from Greece still unattached and, more to the point, thinking about him. He smiled to himself and gave Mr Choos a little tickle under the chin as he nudged at his leg for some attention. “Patience Choos, I'll feed you in a bit, I have something important to do here”.
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| Oct 21, 2008 @ 11:16 AM |
The Story of Stargazer & Rimmer
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Bionic_Angel
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He clicked reply and wrote:-
Welcome Home Anna,
It seems you had an enjoyable and lucrative trip, I hope it feels good to be home, the place didn't feel the same without you! I haven’t been on here much lately, although sometimes it may look as though I’m on here all day. I tend to log on sometimes and forget to log out. Been busy lately, had some late nights. I'd forget my head if it was screwed on these days.
You bought the sun back with you, thanks for that - We have the moon and the sun now, just the stars to add to them, I'll have to see what I can arrange.
I haven't been dancing in a long time, I just said that to impress you, maybe you could teach me a thing or two if you're a ballroom girl.
I actually work in Radio, but the Licence fee pays for that too, I hope you're not listening illegally. It's actually very boring, I'm in an administrative backwater off of the maze of corridors in Broadcasting House. I'm sure there are ex-workers who haven't really left, they're still trying to find their way out. So it’s nothing glamorous, I hope you're not disappointed. I do see Terry Wogan regularly in the Canteen though - not one to name drop but needs must!
Seriously though, I'm actually quite a boring guy, someone on here described me as such when I commented on one of her blogs. I was a bit upset at the time but I'm wondering now if she might have a point.
Sending you happy thoughts on this sunny day! Thanks again for bringing it home with you!
Graeme
He clicked SEND. Much of what he wrote in there was lies really, not lies so much as bending the truth. He wasn't quite ready to open himself right up. He was just taking his first tentative steps. She seemed like a nice girl, not one to trample on his feelings. If he was honest, Siobhan's rapid exit the other day was still playing on his mind. After the initial relief he felt a pang of hurt that she'd not wanted to even say goodbye. Oddly, he felt a bit used. All he'd wanted was a bit of fun and his ego had come out bruised. Women were a funny lot, he'd have to be on his guard.
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| Oct 21, 2008 @ 1:00 PM |
The Story of Stargazer & Rimmer |
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misschief
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The rain was beating hard on the bedroom skylight when Anna awoke the following morning. She got into the shower and prepared herself to go out for breakfast, even managing to slip in a large Espresso. As she rushed around to the cafe, Paddy was on the corner again selling the Big Issue, she hadn't read the last one really, but she bought this latest edition too.
Anna put her brolly in the stand just inside the door and sat in her usual seat in Cafe Flo. She gazed through the window at the busy street outside. While she sipped her lemonade, she was thinking about the flowers growing on Glyfada beach, the hugest doughnuts she had ever seen in her life, the Athens moon......then she thought of Rimmer. Why hadn't he replied to her mail? Perhaps he was married, perhaps he was a player, a fake, or a cross dresser even!
'Who knows, who cares?' she asked herself, but she did care, though not as much as she cared about her hot pancakes drizzled in Maple Syrup topped with Sweetcure Bacon with a freshly ground Blue Mountain Coffee.
Anna tucked into her breakfast and when she had finished she took a look at the Big Issue. Browsing the pages she noticed some dance classes advertised in Red Brick Lane. Now that would be fun, she thought, brushing up on her dancing skills...well starting again really as she hadn't danced since she passed her last exam when she was twelve years old.
Anna finished her coffee, thanked Pierre and told him that she would see him the following week as she left to pick up a bunch of flowers in Tesco Metro on her way back to the flat.
Anna put the Big Issue into the now well overflowing magazine rack, arranged the yellow tulips in her new crystal vase from Harrods and placed them carefully on a coaster on top of the Grand Piano in the lounge. The tulips looked really pretty and somehow they made Anna feel really good.
Anna switched on her PC to check her calendar and emails. She felt somewhat excited to see that there was a mail from Rimmer, at last. She was a little apprehensive to open it but when she did, she had a pleasant surprise. Rimmer wasn't married after all, he had just been busy.
Anna hesitated before replying…
Hello Graeme,
Lovely to hear from you again.
I do like Terry Wogan, I listen to him on the radio sometimes in the mornings on my way to work, when I have to go outside London. I can't stand that woman Sarah Kennedy on the earlier show. She just makes me cringe with her false posh voice and she tries to sound so intelligent, she just makes a fool of herself if you ask me. How can you have a ‘whole half a page?’ according to Sarah, you can!
I just got back from Cafe Flo, have you ever tried it? They do a fab breakfast, I go there every Saturday morning.
I am off to Petticoat Lane this afternoon, I need to buy a new mandolin, but I'll be back later this evening....if you want to chat, I could IM you later on MD, I just bought a Gold Membership.
Hmmm...adding stars? What do you suggest?
Have a nice day Graeme, shame about the rain this morning.
Anna X
Anna clicked the send button, took a quick look at Graeme's profile before she logged out and switched off her PC.
Anna got home from the market with her new mandolin that she managed to knock down in price to a tenner. She also bought a few other things that she probably would never use and end up having to do a car boot sale that she would never get around to doing, then end up sending the whole lot to a charity shop.
She unpacked the mandolin, washed it carefully and left it to drain at the side of the kitchen sink. Then she put the fake 'Clarice Cliff' teapot, the Big Ben alarm clock and the London Bridge tea towels directly into the car boot sale suitcase in the back of the wardrobe.
Anna made a pot of English tea and sat and ate her freshly baked Eccles Cake that she had also got from a stall at the market. She called the number for the dancing lessons in Red Brick Lane.
''We do Ballroom, Old Time and Formation dancing, you don't need a partner. The class is on a Tuesday from 1900-2100hrs, first lesson is always free, membership is £50 for the year and then you have your usual competition fees, exam fees etc., on top madam. My name is Kitty, I look forward to meeting you next week if you decide to come.''
Anna thanked her and said that she would try to make it a week on Tuesday.
...to be continued...
[Edited on 10/21/2008 1:05 PM]
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