Do you really love me? is a collection of six short stories, all about love and how it doesn’t always work out the way we want it to. The stories are humorous, sad, clever and most importantly, very real. You may have experienced some of them yourself. Some of the stories are a little risqué so don’t read it if you might be offended.
Do you really love me? is about a couple in bed at two in the morning having a discussion about love.
In The Inevitable Question, a young Englishman sets out to meet his girlfriend’s parents in Derry, Northen Ireland.
An Englishman in New Jersey is about Henry Millfield, a businessman on a trip to New Jersey and becomes a good samaritan to Crystal, a half-psychic woman that he meets in a bar.
In Julian, Julian Stronglove cooks for his date – and how lucky she is to be cooked for by a perfectionist like Julian.
Love Across the Water tells the story of Arthur Bailey, a man who regularly visits a park in London to sail his model boat. One day he notices an attractive woman, Sylvia, on the other side of the lake. Arthur and Sylvia exchange messages, ferried to and fro by Arthur’s boat as Arthur’s love for Sylvia grows.
In Blind Date we meet Janine, a woman waiting for her date at Leicester Square. He’s late for the date and Janine starts to worry about what may have happened to him
Given the adult nature of some of these stories they are not really suitable for minors.
An excerpt from The Inevitable Question (from Do you really love me?)
I wasn’t looking for love in Ireland when I went there but love has a strange habit of creeping up on you when you are least expecting it. Adele has the most beautiful voice I have ever heard. She has a lovely warm and caring personality. She is amazingly good looking. She even likes me. What more could a man ask for? Well, things would be very different if she were from Sheffield, or Paris, or Addis Abababa – Adele comes from Derry, not Londonderry. Derry, with a very large capital D.
Adele is a very intelligent woman and does not hold me personally responsible for the actions of the British government, past or present. She can cope with my lapsed Methodism. She can even cope with my untidy flat. But Adele is just one person. She lives in Dublin, away from all the excitement of ‘the sterling area’ as the Irish Times euphemistically calls the North. Our relationship grew: meals together, days out, sleepovers, weekends away, talk of moving in together. I was enjoying her company immensely, just taking one day at a time, not thinking of the future then came, “My parents would like to meet you.”
This statement ranks up with, “Would you like to come up for coffee?” as one of the great euphemisms of our time. Seven simple words. Adele’s parents wanted to check out their future son-in-law. Adele deemed me suitable marriage material. Adele wanted to spend the rest of her life with me.
Of course, I agreed. What could be more innocent than a cup of tea and few sandwiches? Perhaps disappearing off to the pub for a pint or two with her dad to sort out the problems Manchester United were having with their defence this season. Bonding – father and son-in-law, nothing to it…
I was physically trembling as I approached Derry…
Do you want to know what happened in Derry?