I awakened from an intense dream this afternoon. I opened my window before laying back down on my cool pillows. The rain was falling gently like tears on a feather as the breeze drifted through the opening to caress and rustle the drapes.
I was lulled back to sleep from the distant thunder of the storm that recently passed pulsed through my muscles...relaxing each one little by little. When I woke the second time the room was glowing with a peach tint and the sun was setting.

The phone was ringing incessantly and I rushed to pick it up. His familiar husky voice was on the other side - 'so I'll see you at 8pm at Gauge. I'll be wearing a black hat'. I smiled and uttered a faint 'yes'. I sensed something strange about this man, and the feeling never left me for a moment in the last three months. I haven't actually seen him; this would be our first meeting.

I got his card from a guy called Alex, the Australian bartender at Gauge who served about three months ago when I first moved to Hoxton. I was planning what to wear - the red dress to my knee and the black fur coat should be fine but I hadn't worn red since my awful experience with Tarquin and frankly I now associate red with evil. Sometimes I actually wonder if he or anyone else in my 'past' even bothered to find me or send a message on the mobile phone I chucked in the Thames.

It has been a bizarre few months I must say, and Jack is the main reason for this. He owns Gauge amongst other successful businesses including Image; the modelling agency that boast the likes of Gisele Bundchen. Image is exactly what this is about. Alex continuously issued me with free drinks saying ?compliments from the owner' and to be honest I could not resist if anything it became addictive. Three hours later, I had poured my heart out to Alex and I was terribly intoxicated. Luckily my flat was just three doors away and he kindly walked me home. He was my only friend on earth.

I decided against wearing red and began rummaging through my wardrobe.

The very thought of actually meeting Jack was like a dream, a fantasy that was about to turn to reality. I felt like a teenager with a strong crush, riding on a cloud of fantasy and I didn't want to be pulled down to earth. I dreamt of him, a shadowy image so many times, although we had never met he had seen me numerous times on the CCTV footage for the bar. 'Let's keep that a secret', he said. Every time I asked him what he looked like or why things had to be this way.

CHECK BACK ON 12/03/08 FOR THE UPDATE

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