CHAPTER 5
TO LISTEN - SOUND CLOUD https://soundcloud.com/ruby-allure/lovehunt1-sample
CHAPTER 1 On SOUND CLOUD http://www.audible.com/pd/Fiction/Love-Hunt-Dating-Game-Audiobook/B015G4ICYA/ref=a_search_c4_1_2_srTtl?qid=1442774344&sr=1-2
CHAPTER 2 ON SOUND CLOUD https://soundcloud.com/ruby-allure/02-lovehunt1-ch02
ORGANIC OR ORGASMIC?
Morning Eva,
How are things going? Are you busy? I have piles of work but
feel the need to procrastinate through writing emails.
This weekend was intense. It was one of my hectic ones where
I was here, there and everywhere. On Friday I went to an organic dinner party.
One of the girls made raw chocolates for us all. They were absolutely amazing –
no sugar and apparently good for you... Of course, we all ate a little too much
cocoa and ended up high as kites... Then, when all the guests were sitting
around the table gossiping, her dog kindly wandered in with her vibrator in its
mouth. It then proceeded to sit chewing it. We all grabbed each other and were
like ‘what?’ What do we do? Obviously we all giggled hysterically like naughty
school girls, it wasn’t as if we could extract the thing from its mouth. It seemed
to be treating the vibratory item like a bone. What’s more, the dog actually
looked proud of itself.
Anyway, our hostess returned from the kitchen carrying
peppermint teas. She looked at us curiously and said ‘Is something going on?’
We all remained silent staring at the dog. She followed our gaze and turned
slowly; she had sensed something horrifying was taking place behind her and
gasped when she saw her dog chewing the vibrator! Horrified was an
understatement! ‘Nelson!’ she cried.
You know how dogs do that weird ear thing, as if to ask ‘Why
you looking at me.’ Nelson looked up mid-chew, nudged the vibrator and set it
off. It started doing a pump action across the floor. It was truly amazing! The
dog responded to the vibrator like it was a dying squirrel and shook it whilst
growling. Our hostess turned crimson, put the tea on the table and stood with
her hand on her hips, as if trying to determine how to get the thing back. When
she tried to take it from the dog – a full fight broke out! The dog was
determined to keep its spoils to itself. It kept shaking its head and growling
while the vibrator kept pumping. I cried with laughter – I could not have
imagined anything better on television - it was such a scene!
One of the women, who worked as a laughter therapist, said ‘It
seems that your dog caught a pump-action rabbit!’ That was it... The stories of
horror and vibrators began. One of the girls took hers to work because her mum
was house sitting. They had a ‘tiger test’ where they check your desk drawers
to see if they have been left unlocked. During the search her ‘device’ was discovered.
It was placed in a plastic bag and was classified as a threatening object!
Imagine! According to the report the ‘mechanical item could be misinterpreted
as a detonation device!’ The ‘detonation device’ was confiscated. She then had
to discuss the issue with her male supervisor. Imagine the humiliation of
explaining why there is a vibrator in your drawer!
In addition, the loopy Spanish cleaner caught her using the
device in the ‘executive loo’. ‘Hurry up – I need to clean more shits - it does
not take that long to dry your hands!’ She hammered on the cubicle door. The
evening had me in hysterics. They are all such liberated, intelligent, humorous
women. Now what bothers me is all the
great, liberated women I know are single. The married ones deal with vomit, cooking
and shit, while these ones are not bothered by men. When I ask them why they
are not dating they say ‘Why bother tolerating crap?’ That is a strange and
confusing state of affairs. I like men and I enjoy having relationships. Surely
relationships can’t just be considered tolerating crap can they? Anyway I have to say that evening I laughed
so hard that I cried. It was so funny that I grew younger through laughing so
hard!
Gracie
Hello
Gracie,
Nope
not busy... Why dog eat pump-action rabbit? Was rabbit organic or orgasmic? Is
to do with organic food? Was it orgasmic party or organic party? Ha! I made
good joke, no? My English is suddenly very good no?
So
embarrassing for the hostess!
So
other girl use vibrating machine at work? Use of hand-dryer is clever – but bit
strange don’t you think?
One
girl in department here used hers at work also. She was doing late night overtime
– some kind of testing. I do not know much about these vibrating things but she
had one of those ones worn in her underwear. She also had remote control. She
did not do good job with her work though, but thrill made happy while testing.
Plus she was paid overtime. She also go to executive cubicle (as you call it
but I call disabled) sometimes she goes when she is stressed and comes back
with red face. Why can’t she just go to gym like normal person? Or go to a spa.
What is worse is she confessed this on team night out. She was very drunk. Made
me surprised. She is one of dreary women but not so dreary now! I keep thinking
I hear buzz noise at desk... When I do – try not to look or pretend there is
wasp in room.
Love
the story though...
Now
why do you not mention the man...
Any
more man on cards? I agree it is best not focus on one.
Come
on… how is going?
Eva
Morning Eva,
There have been about twenty emails from different chaps.
Two were married saying would I consider being a mistress. Of course there were
no photos, and of course they describe themselves as very good looking until
you meet them. There are some real chancers aren’t there? I wonder if I am
attracting idiots because either I am an idiot or because I am not terribly
bothered or making an effort. One chap is a professor of mathematics, he seemed
interesting but his age is listed at forty eight so going by the general rule
of age lies he is probably mid-fifties.
In the meantime, Andreas is actually growing on me – like a
wart – joke! The only thing is that he is being very intense… At least the
intensity is interesting and filled with varied perspectives.
Although, he said he never avoided issues… We will see
whether that is true or not… People who say they don’t deny are usually the
ones who deny the most but are unaware of it... Unfortunately that sounds like
me – ooops!
Eva I guess I
should let you know I had a power date at the weekend. Before you get excited
and all jiggly in the chair – well it was not my favourite date. He was a
lawyer from Salisbury. We had a chat on the rich site by email on Saturday, he
said he would rather meet a person in real life rather than build up a fantasy
that would be shattered. With that in mind, he came down within two hours and we
met for a coffee Saturday lunchtime.
My first
impression was ‘gosh’- his impeccable turnout was immaculate. Precision
dressing with a Germanic feel with a hint of tweed is how I would describe
him. He looked dignified, around forty
with greying side-burns. He wore Chino trousers, a navy shirt and a tweed
jacket. There was definitely a moment of ‘hello!’ when I saw him. He then
noticed me, remained sour faced as he looked me up and down very critically. He
actually placed his silver-rimmed glasses on the end of his nose and peered at
me as though I was a disgrace. I wore a burgundy wrap dress, a light jacket and
shoes with a rose on the front. He then gestured for me to rotate. What did he
think I was - a prize cow? I half expected him to produce a clipboard and tick
off traits. What I found particularly bizarre was that he did not smile at all
while he did this! He simply looked like an eagle scanning me like potential
prey.
So, I sat down
for a coffee and his monologue began. He told me how it was to be successful,
how he accumulated wealth and how his ex-wife went off with someone else. He
then sipped his coffee, talked about his work and told me how he liked shooting
in the country. Admittedly, his life was very interesting in its own way. Oh,
and you will be proud - I heard your voice in my head repeating ‘be nice’ – so
I was. I did not interject, not once. Instead I timed the monologue on the
stopwatch on my phone to see how long it would take him to ask a question about
me. After forty minutes of constant dialogue, there was still not a sausage.
When I say ‘not a sausage,’ I mean there was not a single question or any
interest in me. I felt like a free psychotherapist for his list of his
emotional ‘shit’. ‘Be nice,’ came your words so I kept quiet and let him
continue while I tried not to eat my own fist.
I then heard
your words ‘Try and find good things about him. Not all man bad!’
He had shiny shoes,
I could not see one speck of dandruff or nasal hair. He smelled like citrus and
musk, quite nice actually and carried a handkerchief. See Eva I can do it –
however I have to admit that all the good aspects evaporated when the monologue
progressed onto what he expected from a woman.
Here we go and
my eyeballs rolled back in my head with this:
He only
considered well-manicured, stocking wearing women whose ‘downstairs’ had been
taken care of . He directed his gaze at my groin. For him to consider seeing me
again I needed to go to a salon, wear more figure-hugging clothing and always
wear high-heels. Apparently I have a nice figure but I was not presenting it to
its highest potential. Bear in mind this was supposed to be a power-date with
the intention of fun. Instead I am experiencing a full critique filled with
judgement. He re-iterated his disappointed in my lack of high heels. He gestured
at my hair - I had nice hair but the style was not quite right – I needed to
visit a proper hairdresser. I was astounded, I tolerated his shit because I was
being ‘nice’. What a complete dick! Now at this point I am smiling to myself
because we had already reached fifty minutes without him asking me anything
about me. The way he was talking was as though he had already decided that we
were going to enter into something... Although he would only consider this as
long as I followed his strict criteria – there were no if’s or but’s regarding
this. You know what? Some woman actually married this dick! This is why they get
away with it – they learn treating a woman like crap is alright because his
mother and ex-wife tolerated it!
To make this
general insult even worse he got my name wrong three times. Each time he used a
different name, he did not seem to notice either. I was Julie, Daisy and Amy
all in that fifty-minute spiel. I didn’t mention it - I just sipped my coffee
and listened.
There was a
pause in speech. I thought this is it – he is going to ask about me. Nope - his
wife did not like sex (imagine telling someone that on the first date). She was
so bossy in the bedroom, she actually demanded that he provide cunnilingus.
Imagine! Of course he refused, what was she thinking? (She was probably
thinking about planning her escape route while she searched for a man who liked
to do that to her because he loved her?) Finally he said he just liked a woman
to lie there and do what she was told! Imagine! Still no question about me –
but I now know that he is shit and selfish in bed.
‘Now that you
understand my needs – I will expect you to respect them!’ he said. I spat my
coffee back into the cup. The expression of a rancid fart attacking his inner
nostril could only begin to describe his response when I spat my coffee back in
my cup. I endured the man for a whole sixty minutes. I was bored, repulsed and
considered all the fun things I could be doing rather than listening to this
‘Rich, boring idiot.’ I stood up, handed him two pounds for my coffee and prepared
to walk away.
‘Where
do you think you’re going?’ he demanded.
‘My
name is Gracie. You have me mixed up with three other women. I feel that men
should perform cunnilingus because they expect fellatio! Oh and I like to be on
top! What’s more, I have endured your monologue for the last pained sixty
minutes because I was trying to be nice. There is only so much one woman can
endure and that is now my limit!’
He blustered
about until finally he said, ‘What about our next date?’
‘Why
go on a date with a man who hasn’t asked me anything about me? Also the way you talk about your sex life with
your wife is hardly inspirational or respectful. A very dull sex life is not
something I would even wish to entertain – especially with all your rules...
Good luck finding a conformist, rule accepting, blow up doll!’
I couldn’t help
it Eva – I realised I can’t be nice or kind, and have no tolerance for idiocy.
It is just not something I can do. I don’t accept bullshit or dullness. Okay
before you tell me off and say I should have tolerated it – because that is
what a Russian woman would do – I have to say I am not from that mind-set. Maybe
this is why I am single. Surely there has to be a decent chap out there who is
more than that! Unfortunately that wasted hour can never be re-lived. I
certainly have no desire to endure such mental torment for coffee ever again.
There is prostitution but that was coffee prostitution mixed with therapy –
nopey nope! The fact I paid for my own coffee takes back the ‘power’!
As I walked
away his eyes bore into my back. I unlocked my mountain bike, climbed on and
peddled off. I don’t know about you but cycling in a skirt is difficult enough
but with high heels – come on!
The thing I do
not understand is why people endure such situations in the hope to be with
someone. I often wonder whether society has it wrong. Maybe the success is
learning to be satisfied with being single and learning how to provide yourself
with everything that you desire from a relationship. Why ask for something from
another that you would not give to yourself? In addition, I watch so many women
experience degrading behaviour in public. They accept insult and put-downs as
normal. There has to be something wrong with that. Obviously both parties are
involved in the dynamic but what happened to self-respect and self-esteem. What
happened to treating another person with respect, consideration and kindness?
My experiences
so far clearly validate the need for a site called Richidiot.com where we paste
idiotic date stories about disastrous dating. That way the women who read these
hideous encounters can feel better about their own experiences and appreciate
their comparatively wonderful husbands! I am not going to set it up - but
imagine. He definitely fits the criteria for Richidiot.com. Oh God I really hope that all the future
dates will be better. I fear that Spinsteroirty is drawing closer – that is the
minority of spinster-hood. Booo! Actually maybe that is not so terrible. At
least I find my own jokes hilarious – because they are!
Gracie
Hello Gracie,
You pick them well don’t you? You must
have been very excited to learn about his shooting. I can see your face when
this man tells you to wear high-heels. I can just imagine rage on face and you
planning on how to bring him down... This is dating - not war. It is about
finding someone who is easy to get along with... There are very nice men out
there. Do not be put off – learn to filter profile. One in one hundred must be
good odds. Whereas ninety nine WILL BE ODD! Did you like clever joke. Play on
English word. Must be advanced now at English. With good man must get that one
quick or else other woman grab them fast. Woman is not stupid – when woman find
good one must hold on tight with both hands and display breast well! Keep them
bosom-hypnotised!
I feel good today. Office moaner is not
here. We are all happy because we do not have to hear about her ailments. Why are
people like this? Life is good not bad!
Eva
Hello Eva,
It seems it is
a necessary criteria for each office to have a hypochondriac, moaner or misery.
They spend their whole day telling you
why things are bad. They make rasping noises so that you can ask them what is
wrong. That is their clever trap. Once they have lured you in and there is no
escape, they talk endlessly about their ailments. These people are necessary to
enable you learn the best techniques for escape. I would guess many escape
artists have come from hypochondriac/moaning mothers.
My office
hypochondriac does not moan at me anymore because I said to her ‘To be quite frank
I have no time for your misery. If you have nothing positive to say, I am not
willing to listen. Tell me something positive or don’t say anything.’ There has
been endless silence ever since. I have watched her fight with herself as she
searched for something positive to say. At times the conflict of positive and
negative became so strong that she almost combusted with confusion. Negative
spew enables attention for those poor souls who are victims. That is like your
office moaner. Find amusing ways to distract her... If in doubt poke her in the
eye or come up with an ailment that is far worse than hers. Mention that you
hear that verbal leprosy is the new epidemic and if she talks about it, she
might find her tongue drops off. Ohhh I don’t know what has gotten into me
today. The ‘evil’ Gracie has risen! I think it might have something to do with
running into the Ghost of diet hell past again. I saw her in the shop. She had
just purchased a bar of chocolate and when she saw me she threw it over her
shoulder. She then said to me, ‘I am not going back to the diet club, you can’t
make me. I have only gained two and a half stone. When I did the diet my hair
fell out and I looked terrible. You won’t make me!’ What is that about? Why do
I care?
That random
incident teamed with the Solicitor’s monologue is churning through my mind. I
can’t believe I endured it for so long! Why do people think that they have the
right advise you of what to wear and tell you how you should be in their
opinion. Surely there was some initial attraction for that person to make contact.
I am seriously wondering whether the internet is where all the ball-less weirdoes
reside. I consider it a place where the socially inadequate and the general
‘bullshitters’ prey on ‘out of their league’ women! In times gone by they would
wait until two in the morning and prey on drunken women. Now they don’t even
have to do that...
Gracie
Hello Gracie,
I like the idea of moaner distraction –
it is good plan. When she begins big moan I will shout look over there! She
will be spending days looking at lots of places! So what of Andreas? Any more
from him? He seems so much better than the legal idiot.
Eva
Hi Eva,
Things are
being a bit awkward because of our schedules. I am going on holiday to Miami
and he is going to a cottage in the Cotswolds. It is quite difficult to
schedule – typical me!
So we have
agreed to meet on the twenty third of December – in Winchester. See the below
mail: I am going to the Cotswolds from 27 to 30 December.
I can take Friday 23 December off work and come to
Winchester for a day of hanging around, relaxing and chatting with you.
Let me know if that works for you! Andreas.
Hello Andreas, Unfortunately I have no holiday time left, so
cannot make the twenty third during the day. Let’s talk later. Gracie
Good afternoon Gracie, Yes, let’s speak later tonight without
too much interruption to your writing. We should decide on something – I am
sure we can work something out despite the odds. We must meet to make our
connection real. Will keep you posted about my adventures this afternoon!
Enjoy whatever you do and wrap up! Andreas.
So Eva, that is what he said... We will see. Gracie.
Hi
Gracie
He
does seem nice – speak nice. He makes a big effort - very open and attentive.
He keeps your attention and lives interesting life. This could be good one – do
not waste opportunity. Maybe phone in sick. It is time of year for cold plague.
You always keep working even when clear stuff falls from nose. Why not take
chance? This is life!
Eva
Hi Eva,
Clear stuff from nose? – Snot? I do love your expressions. I
simply blew my nose in honour of that statement.
Oh you would not believe what just happened - I have witnessed
a bosom off. Can you imagine? So the office hotty is quite a busty lady. When
she walks into the room her breastage enters first and capture’s the men’s
attention. Well now there is a new woman in the office who I have named Bazooooka
Beth. She is a big lady with battle-maiden breastage. Yes and it seems the
office hotty has competition. Well the pair of them have entered the room from
opposite doors. Each have drawn simultaneous male attention but this is not
something that has been witnessed before. It seems the men are confused. It is
like watching the fastest tennis match ever.
Now the difference between the office hotty and Bazooooka
Beth is that the office hotty is uplifted and gravity defying and Bazooooka
Beth is more free-form. It is like missiles versus jelly. The only reason I
have noticed this is because I went to ask the boys a question and that was
when it happened. Two sets of bazookas approaching the men from different
angles has kind of over-ridden any capacity for speech. Anyway it seems both ladies are aware of the
gazes they are receiving. Both are hair-flicking, strutting and then guess
what? The worst thing ever just happened: a collision which resulted in breast
warfare! ‘Yesssss!’ Abdi muttered under
his breath. The other men in the office placed their hands in their pockets and
leaned back in their chairs. Oh it was so awkward to watch. Both women attempted
to smile at each other and laugh off the situation. It was so obvious by the
way they eyed each other that it was now war!
Gracie
Hello
Gracie,
Men
are very predictable are they not? It is funny when there is more than one
office sexual fantasy to look at for men. What men do not realise is that woman
also have office sexual fantasy. You told me this term and I have used it ever
since.
I
have watched the same male confusion over two good-looking women in confined
space too. I think Abdi showed the same strange behaviour. I met him for coffee
and the office hotty was standing by drinks machine. He kept looking from me to
the office hotty with a very strange look on his face. It was like the look you
have when first sit in warm bubble bath. He could not make whole sentence as
she stirred her tea. I then realised how much he really admires the office
hotty. Anyway, all women are in competition to gain most admiration. Isn’t it
funny that we all know this but never admit it? These two women use their breast
as attention grabbing ammunition. This breast is their female power. Other
women use other tactics such as short skirt or figure-hugging clothing. You
should consider what is best tactic for you. I would not like to think of you
as a shrunken prune in corner when you have same asset to flaunt. Anyway tell
me more about man...
I
like reading his email. It is better than breast in battle conversation.
Eva
Wow Eva,
I had never considered the ‘desire’ dynamic in such basic
terms. Now that you mention it, what you say is so true. There really is an
unspoken competition taking place amongst women to gain the most attention from
the men – the gaze grabbing game! Brilliant! Now that I am aware of it, I think
my potential prune shrivelling may well cease. Well here are a few emails to
keep you entertained.
So this is what he sent:
Hello :-) Hope you have enjoyed the walk and the sea freeze.
All that ice and chill. I bet you have a lovely warm glow on those beautiful
cheeks! My walk on the South Bank has been good so far. I stopped by the Tate Modern.
It is very busy there and no new exhibitions. I love art and the thought behind
it. It would be lovely if we were here together!
I will continue my walk towards Tower Bridge in a moment. My
thoughts are with you and I feel butterflies when I think about you. Is it so
strange to have such feelings when we have not yet met? I feel like we have
really built something together over the last days. My heart is beating faster
as I write this... What a feeling!
Andreas.
Andreas.
Hello Andreas,
This afternoon I have been putting the world to rights with
some very inspired friends. I am just about to go back down to the beach now.
The thing that is lovely about the winter is that the beach is desolate and you
can quite often have it all to yourself...
It is full moon this evening so I will go down to the pier and see if it
is red. There is nothing more lovely than a crisp red-tinted moon reflecting on
a dark sea. Have a lovely time.
Gracie
Hello Gracie,
It all sounds wonderful and wish I was there to join you in
the viewing of the moon. I imagine having more in-depth discussions and
exchange of thoughts. It is truly lovely to converse with a woman of such great
intellect. Your articulation gives me a tingle of anticipation every time I
read your emails. The more I read from you the more I am slowly seduced by you.
Let me know when you will be home and if you fancy a chat. I
must admit I am so intrigued to hear your voice again. Did that sound shallow?
I hope it did not because it was meant in a very deep meaningful sense of the
word. Andreas.
Hello again Gracie,
Oh I can’t bear it! I have not heard from you and I just
desire you to read my words. I know that is demanding of me, but something in your
writing has stirred me. I want your attention because I feel alive - like some
static life force has started to run through me. Who is blessed to feel such
energy simply through writing? There is some kind of infectious passion within
you – in your writing and within your art. You need to share this passion with
the world!
Okay – separate to that, as I said, Art plays a huge part in
my life despite having a mathematical background. That teamed with my love for deep meaningful
discussions about various life’s issues, politics and financials.
Enclosed are a few sketches... Tell me what you think!
:-) Talk soon Andreas.
:-) Talk soon Andreas.
Eva, it is so lovely but ridiculously intense.
Gracie
Hello
Gracie,
I
think you have put him under spell. How do you do this to men? One minute you
have one telling you - do your nails, remove hair from the down-stairs area and
have good haircut. Next you have electrified another through your writing. It
is not like you have even written that much? Yet you have become his fantasy.
Actually have to say I notice a change in how you write with him. I notice when
you write about moon you bring in something different of you. Not like normal Gracie
– all strong. There is something else hiding beneath exterior. I think it is
turning up with this writing to this man. Maybe he is not real, but something
in him is making you reveal other parts of you! I like this – it is nice to
learn hidden parts of others.
Eva
Hi Eva,
I believe there is something in writing that reveals the
parts of you that hides. In me, that part is creative, gentle and whimsical –
the romantic writing then drives the reader to imagine. That imagining lifts
them to experience their life force. I would guess it causes them to reach out
in themselves, to parts that they have denied. A simple piece of writing jolts
them back to aliveness. That jolt enables them to feel once more and fall in
love with themselves. They desire that feeling more and more and associate it
with the catalyst. Maybe Andreas and I have this effect on each other.
Admittedly I have to say that I do like this man and his writing. He really has
such wonderful and eloquent insights. I think I am melting a little too. The
more he writes to me the more I see parts of me in what he writes. It is
ridiculous because we haven’t even met.
The thing with all of this – is the initial phase of
projection. This is where you project the best parts of yourself onto the
other... and I love the way I feel when all the best parts smile back at me – initially
there is always so much hope and potential. Unfortunately that only lasts a
certain amount of time before the illusion shatters and you start to see your
shadow side too – that is when you have to face yourself... All the ideals and
dreams are annihilated by reality.
Sometimes I view conditional love like water. You fill up your hands but
it will always finds ways to trickle away... It makes sense why I can be so
reluctant to enter into the relationship thing. It is more about the self than
the other - gosh I am feeling so deep
today! It must be the moon or something.
Actually it is the fact that I have loads of work and deadlines. I am wandering
off into fantasies to avoid doing mathematics! I am using this man as a
distraction from what I actually need to do.
Naughty me!
Gracie
Hello
Gracie.
I
think my brain have explosion now. If write like this with man – they might die
of heart attack of brain! Like to read but you can be very deep. Some people do
not like this! Others – well the right ones – they love it! Just need right one
to understand and share. It will happen one day. I have no doubt about it. Just
that time must be right for you.
Me
- I am still angry at bloody village. He keeps talking about future in village.
Why do I want to go to village when I have lovely flat with view of sea. Is he
mad? Sea view in exchange for mud with sheep? I feel confused, why woman always
expected to make sacrifice?
Eva
LINKS to LOVE HUNT in Audio
LINK TO AUDIBLE FOR LOVE HUNT http://www.audible.com/pd/Fiction/Love-Hunt-Dating-Game-Audiobook/B015G4ICYA/ref=a_search_c4_1_4_srTtl?qid=1442567974&sr=1-4
Come on admit it - as much as we deny it - we ladies like a good love hunt.
We have tick lists, ideals, and we hunt in high-heeled packs. Of course, we're all hunting for that elusive right man who ticks every box and even has tidy nostril hair. Okay maybe not you, but you know other ladies who love the hunt.
Well, it's time for Eva and Gracie to love hunt, and their "targets" are rich men - the golden sperm. Such exciting escapades would provide the pair with entertaining discussions during their dull office hours - or so they thought. What they did not anticipate was the discovery of the "booby man"; humorous but very hard truths about wealth, themselves, power; and the RichIdiot.com phenomenon.
The question remains: can love really be hunted?
TO LISTEN - SOUND CLOUD https://soundcloud.com/ruby-allure/lovehunt1-sample
CHAPTER 1 On SOUND CLOUD http://www.audible.com/pd/Fiction/Love-Hunt-Dating-Game-Audiobook/B015G4ICYA/ref=a_search_c4_1_2_srTtl?qid=1442774344&sr=1-2
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