In Episode 4: Saving Christmas, the final episode of Text Me, Cupid, Will wants commitment. Florence wants... freedom. Is anybody going to get what they want for Christmas?
(Spoiler alert: it’s a romance, baby! Everybody gets a happy ending.)
In Episode 3: Bittersweet Halloween, Will comes back to town after four months away, and all he wants is Florence. Florence is almost ready for a relationship. Sort of. Kind of. Maybe? But she’s got issues.
Florence Gunn: Tomorrow?
Will Ornot: Tomorrow. Excited?
Florence Gunn: Maybe.
Will Ornot: You’re such a... Admit you’re excited.
Florence Gunn: I said, maybe.
Will Ornot: Tell me you missed me.
Florence Gunn: How could I miss you? We texted every single day.
Will Ornot: not every single day
Florence Gunn: Every. Single. Day.
Will Ornot: Florence?
Florence Gunn: Will?
Will Ornot: Would it kill you to admit that a) this is a relationship and b) you missed me and c) you’re excited that I’m coming home tomorrow?
Florence Gunn: Suppose it does? Is that a risk you’re willing to take?
Will Ornot: WTF?
Florence Gunn: Suppose it does kill me to admit that a) this is a relationship and b) I missed you and c) I’m excited that you’re coming home tomorrow? Is that a risk you’re willing to take?
Will Ornot: :)
Will Ornot: I saw what you did there.
In Episode 1: Messy Christmas, Florence is looking for a no-strings attached one night stand. Will thinks he’s game. Nobody’s going to fall in love. Are they?
Meet Florence: “I’ve done this before, looking for a partner or soul mate or someone-to-grow-to-love, and you know what? I’m done with that. Honestly. I’m just looking for some casual sex. A one night stand. Specifically, during December, because it’s a weird season.”
Meet Will: “I’m reeling from a recent divorce and incapable of having a meaningful relationship. The only upside to my situation is that after fifteen years of monogamy I get to chase all the strange I want.”
Will has plans: In this head, she was already naked. Was she going to be covered with freckles? God, yes—freckles everywhere. He would find every single one.
Florence likes him: “You’re very sweet. And cute. Totally as advertised. Fit. Hair. Also, as tall as your profile said, which is a bonus. Do you know that almost all men on dating sites like about their height? They add two inches. And not just to their… you-know-what’s. Seriously.”
But she says it’s not going to work out: “You’re so sweet. So hot. But it’s not going to work out. I already know.”
Or is it?
In Episode 2: Delayed Valentine, Will gets his hard-won Valentine’s Date with Florence. And she’s almost excited about it. She even buys him flowers. Really. And then...
She loved the way he said her name.
“I can’t believe you followed me into the washroom.”
“Shh. I figured out what was wrong,” he said. His face was still hidden in her hair. She couldn’t see him. He couldn’t see her. She closed her eyes and felt the tears come.
He kissed her neck.
“We didn’t,” he said, and lifted her hair up a little, kissed her neck lower, “really say,” he yanked at her dress’s neckline and kissed her shoulder, then her back, “say hello properly.”
She swivelled around to face him, to find his lips, then remembered her tears and tried to turn back around.
He swivelled her back. Kissed a cheek, then the other, then her nose.
“I wish you hadn’t put on make-up,” he said. “I want to devour your eyes.”
“I can wash my face,” she said.
“Do it,” he said. And bent her over the sink.
—This? Nothing. A photograph.
He looks at the photograph, and demands a story I don’t want to tell.
“Isn’t this what all women want? A lover who as passionately interested in the quotidian details of their boring, dysfunctional lives as in their desirable bodies?”
No. Not me. Or do I? I start to talk. I tell him about… about all of them. And, inadvertently, me. Things I’ve never put into words for anyone before…
“That’s the game you and I are playing. Do you not know that? I am looking for the key. You’re trying not to give it to me. But you want to play, and so you keep on talking, and so eventually, you will.”
I’m careful not to say too much. I am not going to take my sociopathic lover of the moment into the tragedy of my life.
“Why not? Tragedy is erotic. The things that make you laugh don’t arouse, lover. Check yourself.”
Really? I’m doing this? Why?
“Because you want to. Because you’re compelled. Does it matter? Just talk.”
So. I do.
“Thank you for unhinging my sanity, threatening the stability of my life, with one text. Because that’s how it begins, one text, one message. “I’m coming to town. Would like to see you.”
And I think, why not? Old friend. Oldest of friends. Favourite of ex-lovers. Married now, as am I. Both anchored in lives full of obligation, responsibility to others. Safe. What’s the harm? We’re neither one of us stupid enough to risk our marriages, our families, our real lives. Are we?”
As Jane “sexts” her lover and attempts to figure out how this aspect of herself fits into the obligations of marriage and motherhood, other relationships around her strain, fracture, and collapse.
Her best friend is recklessly pursuing a series of cyber-affairs, while another friend attempts an open, polyamorous marriage. Her next-door neighbour is planning a wedding with her on-again/off-again lover—but will it really happen?
Meanwhile her lawyer-husband is exchanging a lot of texts with an adoring young associate. Does Jane care? Or is she too engulfed in her own sanity-straining cyber affair to really notice?
An affair. HEARTBREAK. Consequences. ABSOLUTION, redemption, and LOVE... in the most unexpected places–a steamy second chance romance unlike any you’ve ever experienced... featuring an ALPHA lover-confessor you haven’t DARED dream about.
Elizabeth did not plan to break up his marriage when she had an affair with her law school professor. But she did. Fifteen years later, she’s still coming to terms with the consequences of her youthful infatuation: a stepdaughter who hates her, an ex-wife who will never forgive the betrayal, a sister-in-law who’s determined to make Elizabeth her confidante.
Compelled to reveal the “tragedy of her life” to a nameless lover, Elizabeth finds herself forced to reconsider her definition of love, commitment, and responsibility—a process that finally releases her from the shackles of her past mistakes and shows her the way to her own happily-ever-after.