I had just spent the most incredible night partying with my friend Tori, the Greek God, and all of his ball player friends—we had dinner, went dancing, and then took his private jet to a casino in the Caribbean.
The sun was up before we even left the Caribbean, and it was nearly noon by the time we landed in the Greek God’s city. He drove us back to our hotel—we all were tired and made small talk during the drive. He pulled into the long driveway that leads to the hotel door. He drove past valet and parked himself so that he could open our doors for us. I stepped out, not sure what his next move would be, but I was pleasantly surprised when he leaned in for a brief hug. I thanked him. I wasn’t sure what to expect next, but I knew this date was over. He had been a perfect gentleman; he had not kissed me, he hadn’t even held my hand. The Greek God was much more polished than the Stetson man.
The exuberant feeling of the night before was starting to wear off. I didn’t know if this man might just be out of my league. I really could not read him. The Stetson man was easy to read when we first started dating; I knew how to manipulate him throughout our relationship. I didn’t think I could do the same with the Greek God.
Tori and I had planned to stay in town for an extra day to check out parts of the city, but we never ended up leaving our hotel room—instead, we slept in and then got up and discussed the two men. We made a few comparisons, but other than both being older and wealthy, there was little else to compare. Finally, it was time to fly back home.
Neither one of us knew what to make of the way the date ended. Would the Greek God call again? Did he want to see me? Had I done and said all the right things? My future was up in the air. I had not talked to the Stetson man in seven days. I continuously checked my e-mails to see if he had maybe reached out that way. He had not sent a single e-mail either. I was getting nervous wondering what he was thinking.
We flew home as scheduled. I was now a total wreck. I didn’t know if the Stetson man was moving on from our relationship and this was just his way of sending me the message. After all, I was not sure just who actually accompanied him on this trip. Did he only take his nephew and his nephew’s wife? Had the barber he cheated on me with gone along too?
On the plane ride home, I thought about the Greek God and our date. I thought about the Stetson man and how I had given myself to him. I gave that man my life. I spent almost all of my time with him. I traveled nearly everywhere he traveled. If he didn’t like a friend, I kept that friendship to myself. I didn’t see my family often, as his travel schedule didn’t allow us much of a life outside of it.
I had not been home long enough to set my luggage down when my cell phone rang. It was the Greek God. He knew what my flight schedule was and he was calling to make sure I made it home safely. I was relieved to receive his call, but I was seriously starting to miss my Stetson man…