The Greek God and I talked at the bar for over an hour. It was easy conversation. We were scheduled to meet others for dinner. His phone rang and he walked away from the bar area to take the call. I thought maybe his wife was phoning. The uneasiness set in. I watched him walk and talk until he was out of sight. The minutes passed and I could not see him. Thoughts were racing through my mind, most of them slanted to the negative. Was there another woman, or rather women? Who was on the phone? Why was it taking so long? I ordered another drink and attempted to talk myself out of the negative thoughts that were racing through my mind.
I didn’t want to compare the Greek God to the Stetson man, and truthfully, I could not. I found comparing the Greek God and the Stetson man was about the same as comparing Brad Pitt to Robin Williams. They were on different planes. And, no, neither the Stetson man nor the Greek God fit Brad Pitt or Robin Williams.
About a half hour later, the Greek God casually strolled back to the bar. He took his seat, ordered another cocktail, and informed me he would be leaving shortly. He handed me a business card and a thick envelope. He was apologizing for his early departure and assuring me his life was not always this hectic.
He asked to see me again, although he didn’t provide any times, dates, or locations. He told me the envelope contained plenty of cash to spend over the next few days. The business card was for his personal travel executive. He told me I should phone this person for future travel arrangements for Tori and I.
His phone was ringing the entire time we were speaking. He continued to hit the silence button. He leaned into me and gently brushed my lips with a kiss. It half took my breath away. I would have to be very careful not to fall in love with this man; I wasn’t always good at differentiating between love and lust. I smiled. The Greek God rose from the bar and walked out the large entryway again.