Weekend in London – part 1

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I arrived in London amid an unusual heatwave. I believe I spent the first couple of days working at the office, but I have little recollection of any part of […]

Progress

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After our day out in Tokyo, Stuart and I corresponded with each other more frequently, and the topics of conversation became more intimate. When there was a medium-size earthquake in […]

Reunited in Tokyo – kiss

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I took Stuart to Omotesando, where Japan’s kawaii & cool culture crush Tokyo’s sophistication. The memory of Tom the “tanpan” came back, and I chuckled to myself. Stuart wore a […]

Reunited in Tokyo

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Stuart and I emailed each other after that, but unlike the tennis match rally of correspondence with Klaus, we only briefly updated on quotidian of life every other week or […]

Reunited in London

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I had to fly to London the following week, probably visiting the subsidiary offices in London. I was a little embarrassed to see the London staff after the drunken night, […]

Holding hands

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When I returned from the restroom break, Stuart wasn’t on the dance floor. I turned to the bar, and my eyes met with the lawyer. I cursed under my breath […]

Taking his hands

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Stuart wore a white half sleeve plaid shirt and khaki chinos. He wore a watch with a stripe-colored band on one wrist and a tennis wristband on the other. He […]

Two-year-crush

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The excitement of relocation had me suppress the memory of that night with Mr. N. I flew to Germany again for the year-end sales conference and the office Christmas party […]

What was it?

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Mr. N’s eyes weren’t on me, fortunately, but were staring into the room as he was finishing a sentence, and I held my breath, counting three, two, one. The moment […]

That night

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I sensed relocation to Germany was going to be a stepping stone rather than a destination. I was 27 years old single woman who’d coil at a sight of a […]