It was obvious to my infamous ball player, who happened to be one of my ex-lovers, that what we had was long gone now. So, he suggested I phone the Greek God. I was terrified at the thought of phoning this man who didn’t know me and might not even remember me. I thought to myself, he is married, what good is that going to do for me? However, after several more drinks, I decided that I would indeed call him.
Naturally, I slipped outside where it was quieter to make the call. I was unbelievably nervous. Before dialing, I practiced what I would say a few times. Then, I finally dialed the number. The phone rang a couple times and then went to voicemail. I left a message saying that I had met him at the auction and that he had instructed me to call. I quickly left my number and hung up. I didn’t realize how fast I was speaking, but I was proud of myself for calling.
The ball player had given me the courage I needed to really start my revenge on the Stetson man. I waited a few days and there was no call from the Greek God. I literally watched the phone the same way I had watched my e-mail after first meeting the Stetson man. The feeling of rejection softened me up to the Stetson man and I finally went home to him. Things seemed a bit different now. He was not monitoring my every move, which, I guess, would be hard to do if you are juggling two women.
One afternoon, I was out running errands when my cell phone rang. My heart skipped a beat—it was the Greek God. I tried to sound light and cheery as I answered the call. He immediately went into how fast I left my number and how it took him many times of replaying my voicemail to get the correct number. Then, he told me how he would call a number to see if that was indeed what he thought I said—that’s why it took him so long to finally get in touch. I laughed, but was embarrassed that I had spoken so fast. However, I was very impressed that he went through all of that trouble just for me. We made small talk for some time. We chatted about the weather, current events, movies, everything but what he did for a living and who I was with the night he saw me for the first time. I was relieved actually.
I hung up the phone thinking this might be enough revenge. Maybe I don’t need more than this. I stayed at the mansion with the Stetson man for the next few days. We fell back into our routine of being together pretty much 24 hours a day, seven days a week. I was staying close to try and keep the barber away. Soon enough, the Stetson man and I were back on the road traveling the world. I seriously thought the Greek God was a fleeting moment.