Mr. Michael Matthews III & Lacy Anne (Part One)

Dear Friend,
I recently was hired for the most amazing job and I will never forget it. Never. I was taught that love (the right kind) was built for survival. Lady Gaga once said that she doesn't believe in any One True Love (and then she contradicts herself a sentence or two later in saying I believe in Soul Mates) and she thinks multiple partners are the way to go. Phooey on her, I told myself. After the miracle I saw a week ago, I believe in one true love and I believe that no man should be alone. Even the grumpiest, scroogiest men. Like Mr. Michael Matthews, hardened business man with billions squeezing out his nose pores and nothing but a gold cane and a hallow heart.

Mr. Michael Matthews III

I received a call early one morning last week and was told the following:

"Meet me at the bridge in Central Park at noon. For just showing I'll give you an advance of twenty thousand. Be there young whipper snapper or...." and he went into a hacking, coughing state, unable to speak. The line clicked and I leaned back into my plushy seat and weighed my option. It was time to call my new secretary in and ask for his brilliant, intelligent reasoning.

Jon Yon: Fashion Designer at Yale. Single and Straight. 

"Come in Yon, I need your reasoning skills." I said over the intercom.
"Yes Ma'am?" He said, smoothing his tie.
"I have been offered a substantial amount in lieu of simply meeting a gentleman. I could also be meeting my death, especially with all those threats I've been getting from those angry anti-romantic mobsters..."Yon looked thoughtful and placed his small hands together. He bowed and said, "I shall have my brother tail you, he's excellent in the body guard business." I smiled, I love my connections.
"Good thinking Yon. Sounds like a bonus to me." I winked and he escorted himself out and began to call his brother over his earpiece.

I dressed accordingly in spy attire and chose the perfect  pair of boots. Time to go to work, but first-to meet this brother in the bodyguard business....

I got quite the deal when I was in Japan last...

Yon's Brother, Won

Yon's brother Won, showed up on the street next to my car thirty minutes later. I couldn't help but notice his excellent.....gun (s).

He didn't speak a word as we climbed into my discreet car and drove off towards the park and my next big bucko bucks job.

He dropped me off at the park and walked towards the bridge, Won circled the park, gun in hand. An old man was standing at the end of the bridge, I could smell the grouch from ten feet away'; an evil old spinst. He waved his cane at me and said,
"Will you accept my job offer?" he asked, snarling.
"I.."
"Yes or No. Ten million."
My eyes grew so wide they gave me a headache. That was a load of cash. I could buy a ton of stuff, a new house, a new car, a horse, and my all time biggest want.....

Jet Pack!

Or a small island...the list goes on and on. No danger could be so great? Hm. Life is for the daring risk takers who own jetpacks. I was in.
"Yes sir!" We shook hands and the old man led me to a picnic bench to discuss the affair.

He began in a slightly different voice, old, weathered, and extremely sad.
"When I was 27.." I laughed aloud. Whoops. He raised an eyebrow and continued. "I had the most beautiful girl...."

"I truly love her and I had a chance long ago to keep her. I didn't take it because I pursued money and fame instead and now, look at me!" I did and the image was disturbing. I started to count the man's warts. I nodded in a daze. 22. I now knew someone who was a world record holder for warts. Woopty doo.

He went on to tell me the following story....

Mr. Matthews was just Mike at the time and his love, a beautiful girl by the name of Lacy.

Lacy Anne

The day had been a chilly October day and they were in the park. Mike was leaving for a Europe business trip and Lacy wanted to come with him and marry him. He said no, he didn't want a single distraction because if this business deal went, he would be richer than a pot of gold. Lacy begged and begged, and Mike just sighed and said, "I'll be late for my flight." She started to cry as he kissed her goodbye and left her.

"I boarded that plane and left for Europe, before I could come back I was stuck in the War. She wrote letters for several months (all of which I still have) but then they stopped. I came back four years later, alone, rich from my business endeavors."

By then, Lacy was gone and I couldn't find and to be honest, I didn't try. I was too darn ashamed!" I had started to tear.
"What can I do about that Mr. Matthews?" I asked leaning forward. I was truly interested.
"I want you to change my mind and tell me not leave for Europe." He said with a glint.

Look for Part 2! Coming soon!