I noticed Rory years before he noticed me. We were book publicists for separate companies and worked on the same TV drama. We met at the launch party in Sydney and spoke briefly about possible crossover promotional opportunities.
Right then I would have followed him over a cliff. If only he had asked. I was instantly attracted to his dark blue eyes and Irish demeanour.
He was funny and charismatic. Unfortunately, it became apparent Rory might be in a relationship with an older, more assured woman who had also worked on the drama. To my eyes she was sophisticated and beautiful.
He was out of my league and already attached. The moment I knew: ‘Here she was, the most beautiful woman I ever met, saying why don’t you come live with me’ Read more A few months later I ran into him at a farewell party at a pub for someone moving to the UK. We spoke, but mostly about the cutlets I was going to cook for dinner that night.
Not exactly love language. The next day I boldly called his office. Well, I called his boss, whom I knew.
“He’s here somewhere, he’s usually buzzing.” Stuart was referring to Rory’s habit of using an electric shaver as he walked around the office. I immediately knew this was not the first phone call from a woman inquiring about Rory.
He came to the phone and said, “How were the cutlets?” And that was that. He clearly wasn’t interested. Fast forward three years to a legendary publishing Christmas party.
I now had my own little publishing company a.
