From The Everywhere Girl Diaries – a work of fiction
Fourth week of February, year one
Dear Diary,
OK, I’m just a little freaked out. Mr. Mallard called yesterday to talk about my trip to Dubai. He seemed extremely relieved that I had made it home safely – extremely relieved.
At first we just talked about his trip and I got him to tell me why he had two tickets to Dubai in the first place. Of course it had to do with a girl.
Apparently last March he was dating a woman he’d met when she gave him a parking ticket. He really liked her (my translation – she was gorgeous) but she did not seem to be easily impressed. On a whim he (rather fool heartedly he now admits) used his rather substantial tax refund to book Valentine’s night 2010 in what, at that time, was the only 7 Star hotel in the world – the Burg Al Arab in Dubai. He bought nonrefundable plane tickets; made the reservations, and then told her all about it over pizza and beer. He wanted her to be able to look forward to it for a long, long time.
To his surprise, she told him that she wasn’t interested and went on to make several disparaging remarks about people in that part of the world. He broke up with her the next day.
Always up for an adventure, he’d kept the plane tickets and gone anyway. He’d been able to transfer her ticket to my name and paid the extra money to change my travel dates since he had left here on Friday and stayed a day longer. He hadn’t stayed in the Burg Al Arab but found a nice, less expensive hotel that was still right on the beach. He’d done some sightseeing, sampled the local cuisine, and even checked out the Hammam pools (but decided against it).
At the end of his story he told me how he had intended to buy me a cup of coffee at the airport and that we would finally have had a chance to meet. Unfortunately, he’d decided to take a nap Sunday afternoon and had slept through his alarm. The entire time I was at the airport he was asleep at the hotel. He apologized profusely.
I didn’t tell him about the guy behind the plant, but I’m just a little freaked out. Who was he and, more importantly, why was he watching me?
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08:04 PM on Feb 20th 2010
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