The best part of this trip with the Stetson man was that we extended it through the weekend. He made the whole weekend all about me; the world was my oyster. On our first free day, he rented a limousine to drive us to Atlantic City. My heart warmed remembering the weekend. I had purchased a magazine for the drive that contained a quiz pertaining to marriage and compatibility. I had persuaded him to take the quiz with me. We both answered the questions; we laughed and teased each other about our answers, and finally agreed that we would survive marriage, except marriage was never an option for us because, even to this day, his divorce isn’t final.
The Stetson man and I arrived in Atlantic City, the boardwalk. I had never been to this part of the country. Everything was new and exciting. We had lunch and quickly found ourselves at a blackjack table gambling. I remember a gentleman tapping the Stetson man on the shoulder and pointed to the floor under the Stetson man’s chair where there was a wad of bills—it had to be at least $15,000. The Stetson immediately grabbed the pile of cash. He attempted to pay the gentleman for his honesty, but he refused to accept any reward.
After gambling for a few hours, we ventured into the boardwalk mall. I was immediately drawn to the Louis Vuitton store. I wandered around the store for hours, picking up this bag and those earrings, a few pairs of sunglasses, and whatever else I could find. Finally, after several hours, I settled on one purse. The Stetson man wouldn’t hear of it; I ended up with more than I could even carry—we had to ship part of my purchases home.
On the way back to Washington, the Stetson man instructed the limo driver to raise the privacy glass. We made love and cuddled to pass the hours on our way back to the hotel. It had been a perfect few days. I had treasured our time together. This was the very moment I realized how much in love I was with the Stetson man.
A knock at the door suddenly snapped me back to reality—I wasn’t with the Stetson man, I was here, with the Greek God. I safely tucked the gift card away, and quickly proceeded to read the inside of the card. It was definitely endearing. The Greek God had even signed his own name, which I made note of. It was then that I decided, if you can’t be with the one you love, love the one you’re with.