The One Thing My Rich Older Man Wouldn’t Give Me (No Matter How Much I Begged For It): Part 2

Much to my sur­prise, Kee­gan didn’t give me an answer that night. So, I assumed he did not want a seri­ous rela­tion­ship with me, despite telling me that he loved me and work­ing so hard to get back together with me. Then it dawned on me that he had unfin­ished busi­ness with another woman and needed to end things entirely with her before com­mit­ting to just me. I felt so insulted.

This made me sad, as I was really hop­ing we could put that whole sit­u­a­tion behind us and move on.  If you asked him today, he would tell you that he did in fact answer me, and I insulted him. But he doesn’t par­tic­u­larly have a good story to back up his claim.

So, believ­ing that he did not want to be exclu­sive with me and move on to a more seri­ous rela­tion­ship, I decided to ignore him for a few days while spend­ing time with my friend and adjust­ing to full-time work in my field of study. I fig­ured that if he wouldn’t com­mit to me, I might as well have a lit­tle fun myself, espe­cially since my birth­day was so close. So, I invited my best friends over and we had a small party at my apartment.

I, of course, invited Kee­gan as well, but there were cer­tainly more men than women at the party, and I had fun with it. We danced and par­tied for sev­eral hours, I danced with nearly every sin­gle man and woman in the room—as was my right. That was the first and last party I would throw.

As I danced in the mid­dle of my liv­ing room with a guy named Kris, I locked eyes with Kee­gan. He was clearly get­ting jeal­ous, but didn’t move. He didn’t stop what was hap­pen­ing; instead, he just stared back at me before get­ting up to dance with my best friend, Laura.

I was OK with this, because I was still under the impres­sion that we could do what­ever we wanted, since we weren’t exclu­sive. But I was a lit­tle annoyed he chose my best friend over the sin­gle chick, Eliz­a­beth, who was there. Nonethe­less, we ended the night on a high note and my friends helped me clean up before leav­ing. It was the best birth­day party I’d ever had. At the end of the night, every­one had left except for Keegan.

I’m glad you enjoyed your­self. Happy birth­day, sweet­heart,” he said as he handed me a small gift. “Please, open it. I want to see the look on your face!”

I had insisted on no gifts, but he ignored my request. I opened the small box to find an expen­sive toolkit that I needed to pur­chase for work. My face lit up and I hugged him tightly. It’s still my favorite toolkit today, and I’m glad he ignored my request. Kee­gan ended up stay­ing the night. I was so happy he did, because he really truly made me happy.

When I woke up the next morn­ing to get ready for work, Kee­gan was already gone. The snow had been cleared off my car and there was a note on the cof­fee maker. It sim­ply read, “I love you.”