After getting home from my last travel date with the Greek God, I spent a few nights at the mansion waiting for the Stetson man to arrive back from his Rhine River excursion. Needless to say, I didn’t sleep well those nights. It seemed like years since I had laid eyes on my older love—so much had happened since he left for his trip. Now I just wanted him home. I yearned for him to feel the way he did about me in the beginning of our relationship. I somehow needed a do-over button. I had already decided that once he arrived home, I would make him so happy. I didn’t want to be employed by the Greek God if it meant that I would have to give up the Stetson man—I didn’t want his money if that meant saving my relationship.
I was making breakfast when my phone rang. I didn’t let the phone out of my sight during that time because I was afraid that I might miss an opportunity to communicate with the Stetson man. Finally, the number on the caller I.D. was his! My heart raced and I tried my best to sound casual. We talked briefly, he informed me he was at our local private airport and needed to stop by his office before he could see me. He would meet me at my house. I found this to be a bit odd. I was making breakfast in his home, so I’d have to wrap up and head to my house. But I didn’t argue. I grabbed my things and headed home.
I made sure everything was perfect. Although it was broad daylight, I lit candles, played some romantic music, and had a few of his favorite sweets laid out in the kitchen. I sat back and waited for him to arrive. At this point, the Greek God was phoning nearly every day, at least once a day, sometimes even more. I was ready to be done with him. Once the Stetson Man walked through my door, I would fix whatever was broken between us. I could then pass on the Greek God and his compensation plan. I had grown to call it the “scholarship fund” when I spoke of it to my girlfriend.
While I was waiting for the Stetson man, the Greek God did indeed call. I tried my best to be friendly and flirty, only this time I wasn’t really feeling it. As I look back on that now, I am sure he noticed something was off with me. We spoke for a few minutes before something happened on his end and he had to hang up. I was relieved.
After what felt like eternity, the Stetson man pulled into my garage, as normal. He opened the back door and I ran into his arms. Almost immediately, I knew something was different…