In the days leading up to my second so-called date with the Greek God, I spent almost all of my time on the phone with Tori discussing my plan. I had been with Tori when I met the Stetson Man—she was one of the most blessed women I knew. She had married her younger, rich Prince Charming, and was now living the ideal life. The first time Tori got married, they were both too young. She gave birth to two boys in two years, and she worked to support her first husband while he obtained his master’s degree. Her husband did indeed obtain his education and started to do a lot of traveling, just not alone. Tori divorced him and vowed to never make the same mistake again. Instead, she invested in her own future. She found a younger man and moved Heaven and Earth with her contacts to be sure the new husband was successful. She succeeded—they had a great life together.
Tori’s Prince Charming allowed her to do as she wished. He was younger, sexy, and made tons of money. They had been together since he was just a pup and that was our nickname for him. Pup adored her and allowed her every freedom. I wanted the same thing, but from a rich older gentleman, maybe one that wasn’t married, but that wasn’t in my cards at this time. Actually, the Greek God’s marriage was the least of my worries. We had never spoken of the wife and family.
I spent the days before my second date discussing my plan to snag the Greek God. I had convinced myself that the Stetson man was not going to be my future. And Tori did not allow me to forget. She knew men and reminded me every chance she got that the Stetson man may very well be with another woman. I convinced myself that I had to be prepared to move on from the Stetson man.
The exciting part about this was that I was attracted to the Greek God. I enjoyed the time we spent together. He had a way of making me feel special that even the Stetson man had not succeeded in doing. In addition, I craved the excitement that I had felt that first night walking into the nightclub with the Greek Ged, with the patrons cheering on the team. The more I relived it, the more I wanted it. That sort of attention is addictive and it would soon become my drug of choice.
I shopped for days with the Stetson man’s money, preparing for my date with the Greek God. That in itself was revenge. I had my hair touched up, I got my nails done, and I had a pedicure or two. I went for a facial, several massages, Botox, and several skin tightening treatments. I took advantage of every means available to be sure I looked my best for my second date with the Greek God. I wanted to make a statement of who I was and what I stood for.
I pulled out the Louis Vuitton suitcase the Stetson man gifted me. I even made notes—I marked off every last detail until my notepad was completely filled with pink highlighter. I was as prepared as possible to recreate myself and my future. And I had Tori on speed dial for advice!