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Simon: I'd been in Philadelphia for just a few months when
this bloke Jake Waterman, who was part of our Los Angeles office, came into
town. Some woman at work arranged for him to take a tour of the art museum,
wanted to impress him with local culture and all that. He wasn't having any
of it; didn't fancy spending the afternoon with some uptight historian, so I
told him I'd go and cancel for him. I was thinking
what the hell, she can't be that bad, but as soon as I saw her...Well, they
say you know when you meet the right one, and I thought that maybe I
had. Before she even opened her mouth. I don't really know why, I just
knew she was special. So, I lied. Not a major lie that would hurt anyone, or
anything like that. I just told her that Jake was sick, and that I'd never
been to the museum, and asked her if she wanted to have a bit of a wander
round with me. Amazingly, she did, so we fiddled around a bit looking at
art, then went and got some dinner. It's difficult to know why, but
she was just, right.
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Ann: I had a friend that worked for a software company, and she was trying
to impress this guy Jake. They'd met at a conference and she wanted to lure
him into transferring to her office. She asked me to show him around
the art museum, because apparently they'd had a conversation about
cathedrals at one point and he'd seemed to know a lot about medieval
history. Anyway, I agreed to meet him, show him the highlights, and
arrange to run into her at a nearby bar later in the day. The plan was
that I'd exit, and they'd have a romantic evening together. He didn't
know any of this, of course. I was waiting for him in the lobby and this
good-looking guy came up and told me, in an English accent, that Jake was ill
and had to cancel. We started talking, and spent the rest of the day
together. Simon and I really hit it off. We ended up with the romantic
evening--my friend did laundry, and Jake, well, who knows? I never met him.
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