My son had graduated high school. I knew my marriage was coming to a quick close. My husband and I had already begun to talk about separating.
It had been three weeks since I had laid eyes on the older man in the Stetson hat who I met at the Kentucky Derby. We spoke on the phone several times, but he seemed to be courting me through phone conversations with my best friend. The two of them had spent hours on the phone, and she would relay the information to me. It seemed odd. But he was much older than I was—25 years to be exact. Maybe this was courting in his generation?
My friend was keenly aware that I was growing short on patience. I knew I only had the summer to close the deal. I would be divorced soon and would never be able to support the lavish lifestyle I had become accustomed to. She pushed for a meeting. He agreed. The plans were set. We would all meet back in Louisville, Kentucky. His attorney made our travel arrangements—twice to be precise. The first ones did not suit my friend as they did not include first-class seats. The man in the Stetson hat and his attorney would meet us at the hotel and casino, as they would be flying in on his private jet.
I was a nervous wreck. I didn’t know what to expect. I had my own hotel room. Did he have a room, too? How would the sleeping arrangements end up? I shopped for new clothes, visited the nail salon, had my hair colored to hide any grays, and freshened up my Botox. I tried to stay busy with my to-do list to calm my nerves.
I am sure I drove my friend crazy with phone calls to discuss every possibility. She seemed to know him better than I did. I took most of my cues from her at this point. I boarded the plane, ordered a drink to calm my nerves, and thought about a future with the man in the Stetson hat.
It was a quick ride to Kentucky. I rented a car and drove to the hotel. My friend would not be able to join us until the following morning, which meant I had the first night without her assistance. I felt a bit lost. After a quick shower and call home to be sure all was well, I decided to wait for the man in the Stetson hat in the casino. Playing blackjack always seemed to comfort me. I could get lost in the excitement of the table and forget the inevitable.
My phone rang. They had arrived and dinner was on the agenda. I was the first one to the restaurant. I anxiously sat down and waited. My wait was short. The man in the Stetson walked in with a huge grin on his face and sat next to me. He immediately kissed me. I was a bit taken aback, as his attorney was sitting on the other side of me.
We made small talk throughout dinner. They told a few stories about each other, and the time passed quickly. He seemed older than I remembered, though. What would he expect in a few hours? I kept reminding myself of his financial means. But could I do what he would expect?
We played a few hours of blackjack. The Stetson man would turn to me and periodically kiss me. He decided it was time for us to be alone. Where was my friend? I needed a pep talk now more than ever.
He grabbed my hand and led me across the casino to the hotel. We headed for the elevators. He pulled out his room key. I knew at this point that he had his own room. He opened the door to his room and led me in. I sat on the desk chair; he sat on the bed. We talked for a bit. I asked him a few direct questions, including what would happen if I fell in love with him. He told me not to, as he was married.
At that moment, I thought maybe I was making a mistake. Maybe he wasn’t looking for anything long-term. He continued. He said he was at a point in his life that his desires would now come first. He had put his business, wife, and children before himself. He would no longer sacrifice his own needs. I wondered, was I that desire? Would I be the fix for that need?
We kissed. I thought about playing a little hard-to-get. Between kisses I talked of going to my own room. He removed his shirt. He laid me on the bed and began to remove my clothing. I resisted slightly. I wasn’t sure what to expect or just how much he was into me. I certainly didn’t want to appear too easy. I was a little nervous about being with someone of his age. Up to that point, I wasn’t sure if I had ever seen a naked man of his age.
After a few more half attempts to resist, I gave in. I was relieved. He was indeed the best lover I had experienced. I could easily become addicted to this man and his lifestyle. I had to be careful not to play my cards too quickly. It was far too soon to close the deal. I didn’t stay the night with him. Instead, I went to my own room. I wanted him to miss me, and I think he did.
After my friend arrived the next morning, we visited some of the most prestigious horse farms in the area. We had our pictures taken with multi-million-dollar horses. These thoroughbreds live better than most people. The lavishness of these farms was beyond imagination.
The man in the Stetson hat had huge buying power. The owners of the farms were well aware of his ability, and we were treated like royalty. I was in awe. However, we learned a lesson about wearing sandals and walking on cobblestones. It isn’t advised.
Our evening consisted of dinner at Morton’s and more blackjack. I was beginning to feel very comfortable in his presence. He treated me like a princess. He was constantly touching me. His hand rested on me knee throughout dinner and again at the blackjack table. We were laughing and having a big time at the table, when he decided he wanted alone time with me. This time I wasn’t nervous; instead, I was filled with anticipation.
Back in his room, I didn’t resist. I was very into him. He excited me as no man had before. I was eager to be alone with this very affluent man. It was the perfect evening, with the moonlight shining through the slightly parted drapes. In the middle of lovemaking, he looked into my eyes and said, “I love you.” It truly was perfect! I could now begin to close the deal.