|On Vacation in Puerto Rico|
He is a friend who will never desert me. He was there at the end of my marriage and the first call I made when my heart was broken by Chris. He was there to pick me up and hold me at the St. Louis airport when I returned from burying my mother and he is there to this day to listen to my tears and confusion when I tell him of my current state of sad affairs.
|First trip to Washington, DC|
As the conference attendees gathered for dinner later that night, I mentioned to my girlfriend, I was happy to see him on the other side of the room, with four or five much younger, much hotter ladies, all vying for his attention. Because, if he were any closer, he could spell trouble for me. Then almost as if I had willed it to happen, he excused himself from his fan club and made his way to my corner of the room. He knelt behind my friend and I and announced his intentions. "Where are you ladies going after dinner" he said "because I don't want you to leave without me."
|Christmas in Chicago.|
True to his word, he kept a close eye on me, in typical Chicago style, until four in the morning. We stayed with the large group from the conference and soaked up all the city had to offer. At one point, he lost me to a long line in the ladies room. I had finally made my way to a stall when I heard a voice from the door beckoning with the sexiest of accents, "Anhela, Anhela, are you here?"
Nothing of a sexual nature transpired between us at that night. I was flattered, enchanted, damn near out of my mind but I held to my beliefs and he to his. A perfect gentleman. The next day, class ended at noon and we were to go our separate ways. He escorted my friend and I to the hotel parking garage and pulled me aside as we waited for the valet to retrieve our car.
|Mardi Gras in St. Louis, riding in a limo.|
I returned home only to wake up the next morning and find another woman's panties in my bed. The day after that, I called him.
|Now, he's a big shot or something!|
In Scottsdale, he insisted upon buying me a Coach handbag.
But I don't like expensive purses, I told him. I like to switch them out and a pricey, designer bag would make me feel guilty for tucking it away in the closet when I grew tired of it.
That's nonsense, he said. Pick something out or we're not leaving this store.
I noticed one of the sales girls was wearing a sterling silver Tiffany heart bracelet. So I said fine, I'll take one of those.
It arrived in the mail a few weeks later, with a note simply saying, "forever".
We were both becoming single parents, both rising stars within our industry and while we were desperately in love with each other; we always knew our love affair was meant for this time and place. We would not be able to move our children. We were allowed to exist in an ethereal dream state where real life could be set aside and pure pleasure could be experienced during a time when we needed it most. We were both broken, needing to heal our souls and mend our wounds. We were, as they say, good medicine for each other.
|Our last night together, cheesecake, wine, dancing and happy tears.|
Oh, I did I mention he's a model? Eye candy for sure.