I kept reminding myself of the old saying: “If they will cheat with you, they will cheat on you.” I had given myself to the Stetson man. As wealthy as he was, he was no different from any other man I had dated or married. I had yet to be with a faithful man, so I was no stranger to being cheated on. But this was different—this man had total control of my life. He controlled my finances, which meant he controlled my very well-being. After the haircut incident, I stayed in my home state for a few days after the Stetson man left. I was hurt and angry about his affair. Although, I was smart enough not to let the Stetson man know what I was thinking, which, at the time, was revenge.
Most of my girlfriends had either gotten married or moved away in the several years I had been dating the Stetson man. I needed to get out and be the “old me” for a few hours. I texted the ball player with whom I had had the affair with when I was married. We had been great friends as well as lovers, back in the day. Rather than text me back, he phoned me immediately. He could tell that I was feeling low. He told me that his wife was away with the kids and he suggested an afternoon of gambling. I am sure he thought it would end in a hotel room. But I agreed and almost immediately felt my spirits lift. For a brief moment, I thought maybe he would be my revenge.
We met at one of our old favorite casinos. He looked worn, and I immediately realized I was no longer attracted to him, which made me kind of sad. Plus, he was always a little soft where I was concerned. But I needed someone, anyone, and he was all I had at that moment. We had met many years ago in this casino. He thought I was an ex-Dallas Cowboys cheerleader and I had no idea who he was. He told me his phone was dead and asked to use mine. He dialed his own number with my phone so that he had my number. His phone rang and we both had a good laugh. I was smart enough to ask around to find out who this man was. I was impressed a man with his athletic ability and probable bank account was interested in me.
Many years had passed since our affair. We gambled for a few hours, but sadly, it wasn’t Old Home Week and he knew it. We weren’t having the same kind of fun we had in the past. Finally, he suggested going to the bar. We ordered our traditional “Scooby-Snack” shots. They hit me hard. I started to talk, and I ended up telling him everything; I mean, everything. He just listened. I finally got to the part about the Christie’s auction and the Greek God handing me his business card. He asked me who he was and I realized that I had never even looked at his card before slipping it into my purse. The ball player asked to see the card. I chuckled and teased him about being jealous. I was beyond tipsy by now.
I dug around in my purse and couldn’t find the card. I continued on to the infamous haircut story. Finally, he stopped me and instructed me to find the card. This time I found it right away sitting at the bottom of my purse. I handed it to him and the look on his face immediately sobered me up. My favorite ex-ball player informed me that the Greek God owned a sports team. He told me all about what he knew of him. I was certainly impressed. He was just beautiful to look at and even older than the Stetson man, although just slightly. I was impressed with all of it, except for one major thing—he was married.