So there he was, Mr. Right...Wing, looking like an effing movie star. Tan, thin, sparkling blue eyes, fluorescent white smile, he was gorgeous. He looked up, saw me, gave me a huge hug and said, “You’re still beautiful!” Well, I can fool anyone wearing all black and walking into a dark restaurant!
He had reserved a table, actually a booth, for us. Because I was wearing my daughter’s contacts, I couldn’t see him across the table. Didn’t matter. He came scooting over and got up close and personal. We both just looked at each other and smiled for a while. All those memories of when we were 20 years old came flooding back...the long drives up the mountain to his cabin, discovering new music together, the sex...oh god the sex!
So back to our little dinner. Seems that my high-school-drop-out boyfriend ended up getting a GED and did a ton of odd jobs until he got into sales. Apparently he is a natural and has made a fortune selling pipes and gadgets to the oil industry.
He divorced the little tramp he left me for. He found God, quit smoking pot and said his life became very clear and purposeful. He ended up in George Bush country, Midland, Texas, and found his new wife at church, while she was still married. Oh how it all worked out for them and all justified because God is forgiving.
He was now a wine drinker instead of a pot smoker and liked the finer things in life, like Carnival Cruises. He was quick to tell me he drove an orange Hummer and owns two homes in two different states. He talked a lot about himself. I don’t remember that from when we were dating, but that’s probably because we spent most of our time communicating physically.
I told him a little bit about my life, which at the time wasn’t exactly going well. I had been laid off from my job and hadn’t been able to find a job in over two years. I was waiting tables at a local cafe. That’s right folks, at the ripe old age of 49 I was slinging hash to the locals. I was barely making ends meet. It made me wonder what my life would have been like if we had stayed together.
We had a really nice dinner reminiscing and I figured that it was a nice trip down memory lane and that I had my curiosity satisfied about him. He walked me to my car, the one with the duct tape holding up the bumper, hugged me and we parted ways.
Turns out we didn’t quite part ways at that moment. He became a bit obsessed and started emailing and texting me. He wanted to leave his wife...
