I had just met the most incredible man at the Kentucky Derby and I could not stop smiling, even though I provided inaccurate directions to the airport, causing my husband and I to nearly miss our flight home. I tried to hide my smile as he chastised me for not paying attention. At that point, my husband could not hurt my feelings or anger me. I was ecstatic. I could only think of the man in the Stetson hat, the man with the private jet. The same man I met at the blackjack table and again at the Derby.
As I sat in my first-class seat on our return trip home, I was filled with anticipation. I sat thinking this seat may soon be too modest for me. Flying on his private jet could be a possibility in the future. But first, the man in the Stetson hat must reach out to me. I wondered if indeed he would call. If so, how soon would he call? What would happen? Would he ask to see me? Where would the meeting take place? There was so much to think about.
The potential opportunities this man could provide me were overwhelming. What I knew for sure was that the man in the Stetson had my phone number and my e-mail address. He had the means to contact me. However, I was very aware that he was, in fact, married and had made those marriage vows before I was even born. Was he serious about getting to know me?
I arrived home late on Sunday evening with no contact from him. Early Monday, my nerves set in. I stayed home from work. I Googled him and read the pages and pages of information the Internet furnished. I aimlessly waded through my morning, remembering our time at the blackjack table. I continuously refreshed my e-mail and hovered over my cell phone. I called my best friend multiple times. We analyzed the weekend from every angle. Her statement to me was, “I can’t pray anyone any bigger than he walks into your life.” We agreed he was the biggest so-called catch in the sea. He just had to call.
However, the man in the Stetson wasn’t reaching out. By that afternoon, rejection was setting in. I needed to get out of the house. I ran a few errands and found myself in the grocery store. As I was trying to remember the items I needed to prepare dinner, the phone rang. I answered it to hear, “He sent you an e-mail!” It was my best friend. I had shared my password with her before leaving and asked her to check my e-mail while I was out.
I ditched the half-full grocery cart and nearly ran out of the grocery store. She had not read the e-mail, but it had arrived and was awaiting me. The few blocks from the grocery store to my home seemed like the longest miles of my life. I was so excited, I was nearly sick to my stomach. I slammed the car in park and ran into my house.
I quickly pulled up my e-mail. There it was: an e-mail from the man in the Stetson hat. I slowly read the words. I reread them several times to be sure I knew exactly what it said. He wanted to see me! He would have his attorney call my friend to make the travel arrangements, since I, too, was married. I immediately called her, and we read the e-mail repeatedly. We spent the afternoon on the phone, planning our next step, planning the first rendezvous.