Wet Texting
I was waiting to catch a taxi cab while standing under an awning to get out of the rain when my cell beeped notifying me I had a text message. If was my ex-boyfriend wanting to know if I knew which were the better Five Star Singapore Hotels he could stay at during his honeymoon. I used to live in Singapore a few years back and I really miss living there. I used to be in love with my ex-boyfriend a few months back and I don’t really miss him. Not ever since he got married to a woman he’d been seeing behind my back.
I managed to catch a taxi and take it too downtown to meet up with my Literary Agent , Mary, to discuss my second book. The taxi pulled up to the Essex Restaurant , I looked it up before I left my hotel room and dress appropriately, my best Ann Taylor Suit, which is now drenched and ruined from the downpour. I didn’t know it was going to rain today, so I didn’t bring an umbrella. Running from the taxi to the entrance didn’t keep my suit from getting even more wet and ruined. Not being from New York, I also didn’t know how hard it was to catch a taxi in the rain. I didn’t know how hard it was to be here alone it was. So, I was not only very late for my lunch date with my Literary agent, I was a very late sopping wet emotional mess.
Sorry, I said to Mary has I sat down crying and still dripping water on the carpet of the restaurant even after using the hot-air hand drier in the ladies restroom. Mary just laughed and apologized to me for not sending a personal car to pick me up from my hotel. She proceeded to make the waitstaff bring me extra napkins to dry me off and a hot chocolate to warm me up. Nice, I thought as my cell phone buzzed again with a text message. It was him again saying he and his wife would really appreciate any help I could offer about his trip to Singapore. I asked Mary to get me a vodka instead and to just let me drip.
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