Family gatherings were the worst for Lara, especially since her sister, Emily, began to make fun of her love life, or lack thereof. Determined to sit through her father’s birthday dinner, Lara decides to hire a boyfriend for the night. Little did she know that a romantic comedy would play out.
I love my family, but family gatherings used to be a nightmare for me. Every single time we got together, my sister Emily would find some way or the other to poke fun at my single life.
Last Thanksgiving, she took it too far and even set a place at the table for my “imaginary boyfriend,” complete with a hand-drawn face on a napkin. Everyone around the table laughed while I forced a smile.
“It’s funny, Lara!” she would say whenever I brought up the incident.
It was anything but funny.
Now, my father’s birthday is coming up, and of course, it was to be celebrated with a family dinner.
“There’s no way I can sit through another one of those events with my family,” I told my friend, Kate, when we met for coffee.
“I’m telling you now, Emily probably has something up her sleeve already,” I grumbled.
“Then just hire someone out for the night!” Kate chuckled, adding sugar to her coffee.
“Hire a man?” I exclaimed.
“Yes! My sister did it through an agency. She didn’t want to go to her ex-boyfriend’s wedding by herself, so she found the agency. Look, it’s all above board and the guys do exactly what you need them to do.”
“It’s not… sleazy?” I asked, trying to think of a better word.
“No, Lara,” she giggled. “And you know my sister. She’s so prim and proper! She wouldn’t have gone ahead with it if she didn’t think that everything was legitimate.”
Which is how I ended up hiring a date to the family gathering. I found Jake through the same agency that Kate’s sister used. He was charming, easy to talk to, and seemed to understand exactly what I needed.
We met a few times before the dinner to get our story straight, because the last thing I wanted was Emily to get wind of something fishy.
“So, the story is that we met at a mutual friend’s party, hit it off over their dog, and have been dating for three months,” Jake said, grinning. “Sounds about right.”
“Look, any story involving myself and a dog are winners,” I replied, opening our Chinese takeout for dinner.
“And I’m an architect with a passion for cooking, right?” he confirmed.
A woman hid several boxes in her attic from her husband for 40 years
American Kris Bresnan kept a secret from her husband for forty years. Her husband was finally going to find out what was in all the boxes that had been stored in the attic for so long.When they fell in love in 1975—which is really when the story of the boxes began—the two decided to take a vacation away from the hustle and bustle of metropolitan New York City.
She told Kris’s husband Bill that she loved him and that it was the best thing that had ever happened to him when he offered her a napkin during the holidays. He wrote the infinite sign at the end. They were having fun and laughing that day.
Bill has made it a daily ritual to surprise his wife with a letter, a love note, or postcards expressing his feelings for Kris, the most important person in his life. For forty years, he astonished his wife every day.
Kris kept all of the notes and letters that Bill had given him for forty years, not realizing that he had hidden them in the attic in no fewer than twenty-five big boxes.
Kris revealed to her husband the true reason she had stopped him from going up to the attic to check inboxes at their 40th wedding anniversary celebration.
When he was instructed to look into the crates, he was speechless. That his wife would hide all those letters there and keep them for so long was beyond his comprehension.
Experiencing difficulty in articulating his appreciation for this remarkable event, the man sobbed and embraced his spouse. throughout the holiday, in a quiet place, the two read aloud to each other the things that Bill had spoken to Kris throughout the years. They relived treasured events and celebrated their 40th anniversary in style in the interim.
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