Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Some Golden Advice About Meeting Men

Want to laugh and get some good advice at the same time? This is how. Love, love, love these women. Thanks to K. Lawson for introducing me to them. I know where to look for inspiration now.

Watch the video first and have a laugh with the 3 Golden Sisters as they answer a fan mail about dating. Then read the excerpt from DATING A SILVER FOX at the bottom of the post. This is the scene where Morrie asks Lydia out for the first time. I hope you enjoy both.



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Excerpt from the first time Morrie asks Lydia out

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Lydia cleared her throat as she stepped back out of Jane’s office doorway, trying to find a way to rescind her offer now that she knew Jane’s father was in charge. But before she could come up with a good reason, Morrison Fox had a hand under her elbow steering her outdoors and across the grounds.

“Let’s go check out the renovations, Lydia. The kitchen is being finished this week and is being set up for caters. That really just leaves the matter of the bathrooms and the sitting area to redesign. Want to have lunch so we can talk about it?” Morrie asked.

“No I do not want to have lunch. Besides, it’s four in the afternoon,” Lydia said, digging in her heels and wrenching her elbow from his grasp. “What is wrong with you?”

“Dinner then?” Morrie suggested, watching her face flood with irritated color.

“No—I have—plans. And I’ve just remembered some pressing business that will not leave me time to help after all. Good luck with the project, Mr. Fox,” Lydia said, spinning around to walk back to the Lodge.

“Now don’t use that formal tone. The name is Morrie and you know it,” he said, dashing ahead of her, stepping into her path to stop her from leaving. “Are you going back on your word about wanting to help? You don’t look like the kind of person who would do that. You practically pushed young Walter Graham out of the way to volunteer.”

“You have no idea what kind of person I am,” Lydia declared.

“No, but I’d like to find out. It’s just dinner, Lydia. A little pasta. Maybe a glass or two of wine,” Morrie said, shrugging and smiling.

“What is with all the shrugging nowadays? Everybody is shrugging. That body action is stupid and means nothing. It means the person can’t be bothered to articulate their thoughts, that’s what it means. Now get out of my way,” Lydia demanded, starting around him, only to find him blocking her again.

“Okay, if you don’t want to have dinner, let’s have a business meeting. You can pick the location, so long as it’s an Italian restaurant with pasta and wine. A business meeting is nothing personal—though someone who looks as good as you being afraid of going out for a simple dinner is a terrible shame—not mention a waste of fine womanhood,” Morrie said sincerely. “You look amazing, Lydia. A woman who looks like you needs to be taken out for a public showing now and again.”

Lydia rolled her eyes. “Who are you? I don’t know you. What I do know, I don’t like. Now move out of my way, Mr. Fox. I took self-defense lessons and I know how to take out your kneecap. My daughter has a black belt in—in—I don’t know, but something lethal. You should be afraid.”

Morrie lifted his hands and let her walk by. “I know you’re interested, Lydia McCarthy. I can see the truth in your eyes.”

“I am not interested,” Lydia declared, stopping her exit and turning back.

“Really? Then why are you chickening out of helping me. I know you’ve been asking to work on the decorating project all along,” Morrie declared, fighting not to show he’d seen the flash of defeat in her gaze. “Do I make you nervous? You can say yes.”

“No, I am not nervous and I am not afraid of working with you. I’m just—busier—yes, I’m busier than I thought I was. Memory and age, you know,” Lydia said stiffly, turning again.

She stopped once more at the sound of a chicken cackling behind her.

“Oh stop being a ridiculous old fool about this. Give me something productive to do and I’ll do it. But I am not going out with you socially, Morrison Fox. Do not ask me again,” Lydia said flatly, turning to walk away again.

“Where are you going right now? Don’t you want to see the kitchen renovations?” Morrie asked, fighting not to laugh about the fact he’d managed to dare her into helping.

“Not today,” Lydia declared, not looking back again at the man cackling like a chicken behind her.

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Note: I'm still working on the book, but very close to finishing now. Thanks for being patient. I appreciate that so many have written to ask how it's going.
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