Having two admirers can be a real headache, especially when a tough agronomy course at Imperial College comes on top of that, not forgetting a part-time job at a florist’s and a mother desperate to marry you off.
Have I mentioned a stalker who keeps sending roses, and a Professor who thinks it’s fine to bury you under an extra pile of academic papers? Arrrgh!
Blake may be cute and charming, but Terrence is no less attractive in his business suits. What is a poor girl to do? Dating both of them is the right thing if you listen to Trish and that’s exactly the way Kurt handles his men.
Party after party, you have to deal with these bouts of guilt mixed with hangovers while mulling over the same dilemma over and over again – Blake or Terrence? Terrence or Blake?
Think, Chloe, think!
Mr Right & Mr Wrong is a wonderfully warm and witty yet thoughtful romantic comedy, from which you will not only pick up tips on the intricacies of London dating, but also discover a few moral and ethical aspects of plant neurobiology. Not so much chick lit as chic lit, offering sophistication alongside Chloe’s amusing complications.
Chloe and her friends travel to Heidelberg on the Christmas Eve
“We are going to have a white Christmas!” Trish’s excitement lets itself out in the form of an ultra-soprano a cappella.
“Please, don’t shout, just enjoy the view,” I tell her.
“All right, Miss Grumpy,” she says.
Kurt’s father Erwin picked us up from Frankfurt City airport. This is my first ever trip inside a BMW and I’m not getting carsick as usual. Erwin and Kurt enjoy their German chat, so I have to deal with Trish, who, being an insufferable lark, didn’t really need that extra cup of coffee on arrival. Nothing’s going to shut her up now.
We’ve entered Heidelberg from the north and we are now crossing the Old Bridge. I peer at the banks of the Neckar decorated with the beautiful medieval architecture of the Altstadt, covered in snow.
“Chloe, look at that gothic castle on the hill over there,” Trish says pointing in its direction. “Maybe you can hire genuine knights’ armour there. I’d love to go clubbing like that.”
“I’m not sure I can cope with so much creativity coming from you,” I tease her.
“What do you suggest doing instead?”
“Let’s see the sights, drink mulled wine at the Christmas Fair and stuff ourselves to death with sausages.”
“Listen,” Trish leans close to me and says in a lowered voice. “It was your choice, you could have spent Christmas with Blake. But since you’re here, I’m not going to stand for any bitterness. Besides, you need a break from your passionate exercise.”
“Are you still mad at me for that vase?”
“No, but I’m jealous you were humping so vigorously it caused an earthquake, even in my room.”
“Well, you and Victor have had a bit of action too.”
“We are not as noisy –”
“Oh yeah, well, maybe I just have sensitive ears because I have to wear earplugs each bloody time,” I say.
“You do?” she giggles. “Then we both need a break.”
Trish is right. My sex life has got out of control. I’ve been meeting up with Blake practically every other evening these past three weeks.
What Trish and Kurt don’t know is that I’ve also had my Friday night dates at the Bonk Plaza with Terrence. I’m not engaged to either of them, so technically I’m not cheating, merely keeping two lovers who are unaware of each other. Some call this romantic suspense.
“Chloe, I’m a little scared,” Trish confesses.
“No, he’s fine. It’s the exams. I’m not as organised as you and I’ve wasted the best part of the year. Can we study together for a while, please? It’d be impossible for me to slack off then.”
“So you’re going to ruin my concentration as well?” I smile.
“I promise I’ll behave,” she says.
“She won’t,” Kurt pipes up.
“Mind your business, will you?” she tells him and turns back to me. “Please.”
“All right, but you have to give me your word. Any distraction and I’ll go back to solo mode.”
“You’re so strict. Poor Blake. I can’t believe such a hunk ended up with you, Miss Dictator.”
“I’m doing you a favour, remember?” I frown.
“Yep, mouth is sealed from now on.”
“Until lunch,” Kurt adds.
Grigory (a.k.a Grisha) Ryzhakov grew up in the Russian Far East, bathing in the icy waters of Seas of Okhotsk and Japan and playing hide-and-seek in the snowdrifts that carpeted his native town of Korsakov.
He later travelled thousands of miles to vibrant London, on the way collecting his MSc degree in biochemistry at Moscow State and PhD in molecular biology at Cambridge University.
Meanwhile, Grigory has been ceaselessly creating poems, songs and prose until eventually he wrote his debut novel “Mr Right & Mr Wrong”.
“Usher Syndrome” was his first published story, also adapted for the stage and performed at London’s Barons Court Theatre in 2010.
To connect with Grigory, please visit his blog.
You can also find him on Twitter/Facebook – @GrigoryRyzhakov
His songs are available on SoundCloud