The meeting in Edinburgh

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It had taken some time to get over my divorce, not that it had been particularly messy or sordid, quite the contrary as we had settled everything in a business-like and polite manner. It was simply that after 15 years of marriage, I found the transition back to bachelorhood to be difficult.

I had always thought myself to be fairly open and friendly and enjoyed meeting people and good conversation, but now I was conscious of the fact that I was treated with some degree of scepticism. I could almost hear people questioning my motives if I started to chat to their wives and girlfriends and finding somebody outside my small number of friends or work colleagues was also difficult. I soon learned that a 40 year old man could not simply go up to an attractive lady and start chatting as I had done in my youth.

I tried a couple of dating agencies and met a number of women but most wanted long term relationships while I simply wanted good company and yes, I admit it, some good sex as well! I was just not ready to get involved on a full-time basis just yet.

However, one night I found an online agency which operated a chat room and I became hooked. I had found a place where I could converse with others from all over the world and have some fun at the same time. That is how I found Heather or “Professional Lady” as I first knew her. Soon we were chatting two or three times a week, sometimes for an hour or more. As our on-line relationship developed I started to find out more and more about her. She was also divorced and 42, ran her own small travel agency employing about 20 people in their two offices. Although she travelled widely and met lots of people, most of her friends were business related and she also had trouble meeting people outside of her normal sphere. She once said she just wanted somebody who cared not what she did for a living or how much money and influence she had – she just wanted a total change in her life away from work.

Although we chatted frequently about sex, we never went for cyber-sex, although we both admitted later that we had used the chat rooms for that as well. It just did not seem appropriate or necessary. Our relationship developed from a shared feeling of loneliness and a willingness to share problems and thoughts.

After a couple of months I had the opportunity to go to Scotland for work and, as luck would have it, to Edinburgh itself where Heather was based. The next time we chatted I told her I would be in her city and she recommended a small but good hotel and booked it for me through her contacts. The opportunity to meet was too good to waste so I asked her if she would like to meet for dinner and she accepted, all of which lead me to be sitting in the corner of my hotel bar just before our agreed meeting at 7 o’clock.

We had not even swapped photos but I knew as soon as Heather walked in whom she was. Her curvy frame was clothed in a dark blue pin-striped business suit, the skirt tailored to knee length displaying well shaped legs and modest heels beneath. Soft red wavy hair framed her face which gave no hint to her true age. If anything, she would have passed for somebody ten years her junior. I got down from my stool and greeted her – an awkward moment as I felt that I knew her so well that I should kiss her, but my restraint saw me simply proffer a hand which she took into hers.

The initial clumsiness soon passed as I ordered drinks and we started to chat as if all our other conversations had been person-to-person instead of over the faceless internet.

As we finished our drinks Heather asked me where I would like to go? What sort of food did I like?

“Well” I said remembering the conversation indicating that she was looking for somebody who would make decisions for her “I have booked us into an Italian just around the corner. It was recommended by a colleague who said it was quiet with great food and a wonderful wine list.”

Heather smiled “Well let’s go then and see what a stranger in my City has found.”

We walked the short distance to the restaurant, took our table and enjoyed one of the best Italian meals that I had eaten outside of Italy. The waiters were attentive, but kept in the background enabling us to enjoy the food and wine and each others company. Time passed all to quickly and soon I realised that we were the only people left in the restaurant. It was time to go, but neither of wanted the evening to end.

It was Heather who suggested a nightcap and countered my suggestion of a return to the hotel’s bar by saying that her apartment was only a short way away so why didn’t we go there?

A five minute cab ride took us to her home, a top floor flat in a refurbished Victorian townhouse just outside the city centre. Heather showed me into the lounge, a huge high-ceilinged room tastefully furnished with a mixture of antiques and soft modern lounge chairs and sofa. She moved across to the stereo and selected a jazz CD before turning to me and indicating to the sofa.

“Sit down while I get us something” she was already moving towards the door “Coffee? Scotch?”

“Both would be nice, thank you” I replied

“Well the Scotch is in the small cabinet, pour us both one and I will make some coffee. Back soon.”

She disappeared out of the door while I went over to fix the drinks. I found a bottle of expensive malt whisky and poured a moderate measure into two small cut glass tumblers, before returning to my seat and placing them on the coffee table.

As I surveyed the room it became clear that Heather was either independently wealthy or that her business was flourishing. The antiques and other ornaments were both tasteful and expensive and would be way beyond my means (and I thought of myself as comfortably well off). As my eyes continued to look around the room, I was aware that Heather was moving around the flat before the unmistakable smell of freshly brewed coffee heralded her return. As she re-entered I was surprised

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Written by james123uk69
Cargado May 20, 2021
Notes the meeting post divorce or a couple that met online
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