I had done my best to put the haircut incident out of my mind, but it was clear that the dynamics of my relationship with my older lover, the Stetson man, had changed drastically—after all, he cheated on me with the lady who cuts his hair. The Stetson man was no longer possessive or jealous the way he had been before. I was not being invited to as many events as I had once been. Often, I didn’t know about something until he was preparing to leave the house. I started spending more nights than usual alone at my own house. We didn’t talk about the change, we just lived it.
Later that spring, I stopped by the mansion to find the Stetson man packing. He informed me that he was attending a business trip and taking along his nephew and his nephew’s new wife, as their wedding present. This particular nephew had been one of the Stetson man’s favorite family members. When this nephew found out about me, he chose the Stetson’s man’s soon-to-be ex-wife’s team.
This particular trip was a cruise down the Rhine River. I immediately realized where this was (in Europe) and how long he would be gone. I didn’t know how to react. I really didn’t want to argue about it, so instead, I was supportive. I helped him finish his packing and tried to be as cheerful as possible. This would be the first time we had been away from each other for any real length of time. Not only was he going to be continents away, the time change might be challenging too.
After I dropped the Stetson man at the airport, I drove to my house feeling especially lonely. I had been exchanging a few text messages and phone calls with the Greek God, but I had kept him at bay. I knew the next several weeks were going to be excruciatingly lonely. I was in the Stetson’s man’s hometown, where I was considered a homewrecker, and I had no real girlfriends to hang out with. I phoned my best girlfriend a few states away and informed her of the day’s current events. I knew that the Stetson man was sending me a very big message; I just wasn’t sure what it was exactly. My girlfriend, Tori, immediately suggested contacting the Greek God. She said it was the perfect opportunity to call up that gorgeous man who had hit on me the other night, even if he was married. I decided to take her advice…