Wouldn't it be great if all surprises were golden and bubbly as our picture prompt today. Let's find out what's in store for Tonya. She just bid the delightful Will good night. Now, I skip ahead to their goodnight phone call on the same night.
“Yeah, it’s me. Surprise.” That sounded stupid. Help would be nice here. Could she look up on her computer a script for phone conversations for a man you’d like even though it might not be the wisest choice? There probably wouldn’t be any scripts. If there were, it wouldn’t include the word, surprise.
“Actually, it is a surprise. Wasn’t sure you’d call me back. I think I did almost everything wrong. My inactivity on the dating scene shows.”
‘Seriously. What did you do wrong?”
“Everything.”
“I think that’s my response. Explain. I couldn’t see anything.” A low laugh teased her ear.
“You’re too kind. I suspected Marc might attempt to fix me up. He’s been more worried about my love life than I am. Even though I knew what was going down I still lingered at work. Could have went home and changed clothes to be more approachable. “
“You looked great. The loosed tie, and all, had the sexy lawyer look going for you.”
A relaxed chuckle greeted her comment. “That’s another thing. I talked about work. There’s no bigger career turn-off than a divorce lawyer.”
Mentally Tonya agree, but wasn’t about to admit it. “Hit man?”
“No, there’s that extreme bad boy angle that many women would consider hot.”
Damn it, the man was right. “Ah, but you’re not the bad guy. You usually represent women to help them get what they deserve.”
“True. Sometimes. More than they deserve, although, that isn’t the way most women see it. I represent the breakup, the heartache, the worse time in a person’s life. “
“Yeah, you’re a regular grim reaper of relationships.”
“Hey!”
“Oops, sorry.” Her eyes rolled upward at her verbal stumble. “I didn’t say you were. I was kinda following your imagery and providing some of my own.”
“Alright. I guess it’s easy to pull lawyer metaphors out of the air.”
“Yeah, it’s me. Surprise.” That sounded stupid. Help would be nice here. Could she look up on her computer a script for phone conversations for a man you’d like even though it might not be the wisest choice? There probably wouldn’t be any scripts. If there were, it wouldn’t include the word, surprise.
“Actually, it is a surprise. Wasn’t sure you’d call me back. I think I did almost everything wrong. My inactivity on the dating scene shows.”
‘Seriously. What did you do wrong?”
“Everything.”
“I think that’s my response. Explain. I couldn’t see anything.” A low laugh teased her ear.
“You’re too kind. I suspected Marc might attempt to fix me up. He’s been more worried about my love life than I am. Even though I knew what was going down I still lingered at work. Could have went home and changed clothes to be more approachable. “
“You looked great. The loosed tie, and all, had the sexy lawyer look going for you.”
A relaxed chuckle greeted her comment. “That’s another thing. I talked about work. There’s no bigger career turn-off than a divorce lawyer.”
Mentally Tonya agree, but wasn’t about to admit it. “Hit man?”
“No, there’s that extreme bad boy angle that many women would consider hot.”
Damn it, the man was right. “Ah, but you’re not the bad guy. You usually represent women to help them get what they deserve.”
“True. Sometimes. More than they deserve, although, that isn’t the way most women see it. I represent the breakup, the heartache, the worse time in a person’s life. “
“Yeah, you’re a regular grim reaper of relationships.”
“Hey!”
“Oops, sorry.” Her eyes rolled upward at her verbal stumble. “I didn’t say you were. I was kinda following your imagery and providing some of my own.”
“Alright. I guess it’s easy to pull lawyer metaphors out of the air.”
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