Nolan grinned. “I might have.”
“You did. Damn. Have you seen her dance?”
Nolan’s grin widened to a full-on smirk. “Yeah.”
“Man, do we get to see her dance on the show? I want to see her legs. Imagine her naked with all that long hair flowing over bare skin.” Scott jerked his head in the direction of an empty booth. “Let’s grab that. I want to grill you in private.”
Nolan had already seen the eager eavesdroppers and didn’t argue. He slid into the booth and grimaced at Scott’s eager curiosity. “You need to get laid.”
“Nope,” Scott said. “Been there, done that.”
“You have to swear you won’t discuss what I tell you with anyone,” Nolan said.
“Scout’s honor.”
“You and I both know you were never a scout,” Nolan said.
“I won’t tell anyone,” Scott said, his face settling into earnest lines.
Nolan gave a nod. Fair enough. He’d trust his best friend with his life. “I picked Susan, Jasmine and Lucy.”
“What about Yvonne?”
Guilt slapped Nolan. “I’ve talked to Yvonne. She understands about the show.”
“There aren’t many women who would understand.”
“Yeah.” Nolan hoped this show didn’t screw up what they had together. Tyler might be disowned, but Nolan bet his younger brother’s life ran more smoothly.
When Nolan returned home—after watching the show at the pub—he powered up his laptop and logged onto his blog.
The worst part of this entire process is choosing which women to move on to the next stage of the show. All of the women I’ve met are brilliant. Most of them live in the city, and I reckon the men who live there are blind.
The current dating system is broken if men and women need to resort to a reality show to find their life partners.
Nolan paused and reread his words. He started to delete them before he reconsidered. Jennifer’s assistant had told them to write from the heart and not censor. An evil grin spread across his face. His mother read his blog. He knew because she’d made a couple of comments about his grammar. Why not give her something to worry about?
During my last visit to Auckland, I visited all my ladies at their place of work. There is a real variety of jobs and I stopped at a dentist office, a veterinary clinic, a high school, an office, the museum and atMaxwell’s, the night club on K’ Road.
I had fun at each place, picked up a stray pup at the vets and ended up bringing him home. I’ll load up a photo of Charlie at the end of this post. He’s part Border Collie, and I think he’ll make a good farm dog.
To my surprise, I had the most fun at the night club. I watched Susan and the other girls learn a new dance routine. I had no idea what to expect—well, not true. I thought I knew what to expect. Lots of naked girls and a seedy atmosphere. They surprised me. Firstly, if any of you have been curious enough to visitMaxwell’s,you’ll know it’s a class joint. Both men and women frequent the place, and I’m told groups of women go on their own because it’s the kind of atmosphere where they feel comfortable. The club holds both hen and bachelor parties, and the place is high class all the way.
Back to the dancers. Those girls are fit. Julia, who runs the club, asked me if I’d like to join the training session. Since it was a new dance and none of them knew what they were doing, I figured, why not? We’d make mistakes together. They left me in the dust and had the dance moves down after one run through. They’re super flexible and seem to bend themselves into shapes that even fencing wire wouldn’t take. I came away from the club awed at the focus and dedication of the employees.
While the industry has a bad name and collects innuendo, I can seeMaxwell’sis run as a family business with an emphasis on customers having a good time in a safe environment. If you haven’t visitedMaxwell’salready, you’re missing a great night out. Grab a bunch of friends and go with an open mind. I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.
Nolan read his post and nodded with satisfaction. That would give his judgmental mother something to gnaw on tomorrow.
