Let's Give 'em Something to Talk About
Lucie, a thirty-year old successful career woman, finds out about a disease that will prevent her from having any children in the next five years. So she devices a plan to have the "perfect child". She tries to seduce Jonathan Claremont, a man who seems to have the "perfect genes". Will everything go directly as she planned it?
"Don't worry too much bestie. This isn't as complicated as what you're thinking." I say while trying to adjust my strapless blouse with just the right amount of cleavage showing.
"No, this is just not a good idea." Delia, my best girlfriend tells me with a worried expression. "I mean, is this really how you want to do this---this thing?!" she tells me.
"Oh, you mean, getting a sperm donor for my genetically superior unborn child?" I say with a pleased look. "I dare say it's the perfect plan."
"Lucie, the doctor says there are other alternatives. Definitely better than stalking a guy for 1 week and announcing that he has the 'perfect daddy genes', and then finally attempting to seduce him." I must admit that I chose the perfect best friend to be my moral compass, especially at times like this.
"Delia..." I approach her and carefully placed my hands reassuringly on her shoulders. "You know how I've thought of this for such a long time now. I already tried other alternatives, but there's just one person that I want to have my baby with and that's Jonathan Claremont. No one else."
She looked at me with defeated eyes. "Fine, but don't tell me I didn't warn you."
So that is how I found myself later that evening walking in 3-inch stilettos at a place they called "The Ridge Garden". It was actually the annual cheese and wine party of the company I was working for.
The place was looking better than it did in normal situations. Probably due to the increased lighting and hefty amount of booze everywhere. I was certainly feeling a little woozy.
Just then I saw him. He was talking to the "big bosses" near the statue of a scantily clad woman spilling water from a jar.
He was even more gorgeous than I remember, i.e. the booze was working.
When he saw me, he politely excused himself from the crowd and walked slowly towards me with that half-smile of his. He can be a little annoyingly handsome sometimes.
As he is walking eerily slow towards me, I start to think about the things that have happened for the past month.
The first major (alarming) thing that happened is that I turned 30. Yes, thirty. After devoting 10 years of my life to work and caring nothing about dating and even marriage, I find myself in a rather twisted position.
The second major drama came through mail. It read:
Dear Ms. Lucie Featherpot,
We regret to inform you that through the tests you have taken last week, we have found *insert scientific term here*. Blah-blah-blah... Therefore, you will have fewer chances to have children. We are estimating your fertility rate to decrease for the next two years.
Yours truly,
Dr. Margaret Parker
Or it said something to that extent. I could never quite remember exactly. So, after crying for about 3 days straight, I devised a major plan.
I decided that I was going to take fate into my own hands. No longer was I going to wait for a man to fall in love with me, date for about 5 years, get married and bear wonderful children.
No, I was going to do it the other way around. That's when I met Jonathan Claremont. Even his name was pure perfection.
He came to the company about two weeks ago. According to gossip, he was some big-time business genius who graduated from Harvard. After graduation, he was hired in a large firm in New York and would generally be sent to different areas of the country to check on investments.
I know this because I managed to get this from the secretary of Mr. Lark, the big boss himself.
So, I knew right then and there that if I were to have a child in the next few years, it wasn't going to be from some unknown, creepy sperm donor. I was going to have the dream child. I was going to have Mr. Jonathan Claremont's child.
After much stalking and pretense, I managed to ask him out on a "friendly date" a few nights ago and we've been going out ever since.
Now, if only I could manage to get my next act into place--- getting him to say "yes" to my plan.
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Hi everyone! This is a new storyline I've been thinking of because of some weird circumstances. It's a little mature, but I guess it's a new thing to try. Tell me what you think.
"No, this is just not a good idea." Delia, my best girlfriend tells me with a worried expression. "I mean, is this really how you want to do this---this thing?!" she tells me.
"Oh, you mean, getting a sperm donor for my genetically superior unborn child?" I say with a pleased look. "I dare say it's the perfect plan."
"Lucie, the doctor says there are other alternatives. Definitely better than stalking a guy for 1 week and announcing that he has the 'perfect daddy genes', and then finally attempting to seduce him." I must admit that I chose the perfect best friend to be my moral compass, especially at times like this.
"Delia..." I approach her and carefully placed my hands reassuringly on her shoulders. "You know how I've thought of this for such a long time now. I already tried other alternatives, but there's just one person that I want to have my baby with and that's Jonathan Claremont. No one else."
She looked at me with defeated eyes. "Fine, but don't tell me I didn't warn you."
So that is how I found myself later that evening walking in 3-inch stilettos at a place they called "The Ridge Garden". It was actually the annual cheese and wine party of the company I was working for.
The place was looking better than it did in normal situations. Probably due to the increased lighting and hefty amount of booze everywhere. I was certainly feeling a little woozy.
Just then I saw him. He was talking to the "big bosses" near the statue of a scantily clad woman spilling water from a jar.
He was even more gorgeous than I remember, i.e. the booze was working.
When he saw me, he politely excused himself from the crowd and walked slowly towards me with that half-smile of his. He can be a little annoyingly handsome sometimes.
As he is walking eerily slow towards me, I start to think about the things that have happened for the past month.
The first major (alarming) thing that happened is that I turned 30. Yes, thirty. After devoting 10 years of my life to work and caring nothing about dating and even marriage, I find myself in a rather twisted position.
The second major drama came through mail. It read:
Dear Ms. Lucie Featherpot,
We regret to inform you that through the tests you have taken last week, we have found *insert scientific term here*. Blah-blah-blah... Therefore, you will have fewer chances to have children. We are estimating your fertility rate to decrease for the next two years.
Yours truly,
Dr. Margaret Parker
Or it said something to that extent. I could never quite remember exactly. So, after crying for about 3 days straight, I devised a major plan.
I decided that I was going to take fate into my own hands. No longer was I going to wait for a man to fall in love with me, date for about 5 years, get married and bear wonderful children.
No, I was going to do it the other way around. That's when I met Jonathan Claremont. Even his name was pure perfection.
He came to the company about two weeks ago. According to gossip, he was some big-time business genius who graduated from Harvard. After graduation, he was hired in a large firm in New York and would generally be sent to different areas of the country to check on investments.
I know this because I managed to get this from the secretary of Mr. Lark, the big boss himself.
So, I knew right then and there that if I were to have a child in the next few years, it wasn't going to be from some unknown, creepy sperm donor. I was going to have the dream child. I was going to have Mr. Jonathan Claremont's child.
After much stalking and pretense, I managed to ask him out on a "friendly date" a few nights ago and we've been going out ever since.
Now, if only I could manage to get my next act into place--- getting him to say "yes" to my plan.
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Hi everyone! This is a new storyline I've been thinking of because of some weird circumstances. It's a little mature, but I guess it's a new thing to try. Tell me what you think.
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