Dear Handsome Stranger....

I realize this is not the "Missed Encounters" section of the newspaper nor is it the Miss Lonely Hearts Club but I would feel remiss if I didn't at least attempt to reach out to you in this manner. Last week I was dining at Gordon Ramsay Steak, I am a total slut for Short Ribs and GR braises the best ones in town (see below), and don't get me started on his Sticky Toffee Pudding (probably the best dessert on the planet) but I digress...  

I was the blonde sitting at the bar alone in the teal dress browsing TER on my tablet  (rather clandestinely I believed). You came up behind me, struck up a conversation and we had an exceedingly great chat, I even bought you a drink... Then you dropped the bomb that you noticed I had been browsing TER, that you yourself were a member and asked me if I was a "listed provider" there....  

Well I was caught so off guard by the question I lied.. claiming you must have been mistaken and I wasn't sure what you meant by "provider". You see I go to such great lengths to conceal my identity that when in a public setting like that I had assumed (incorrectly) that you were (most likely) just a single guy hitting on a single girl. So when the topic of my naughty little hobby was broached I just wasn't prepared reveal that side of myself to a stranger, especially since I had already given you my real name.

You apologized and rushed off, I'm sure assuming you had offended me beyond reproach, and I am simply here to say you didn't. I just misread the situation and I recognize it probably took a lot of F'ing guts to even ask me that; now looking back I feel so badly that I might have made you feel stupid or embarrassed.

So if that was you, again I am sorry and if you were just trying to figure out which Vegas provider I was, now you know. Conversely if you'd like to buy me that dinner you mentioned (strictly in a social context of course) you now have a medium to contact me and do so.  

CCC


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