Reality it Relative

Flying Friday

I'm in the silver BMW on the North Side. Can't wait to see you!
Yea! My bag is about to be here...I'll find you.

Anxiety and anticipation took over my stomach. I see him...talking to me on his blackberry in the far left lane. A timid smile and wave. He swerves across three lanes of traffic like any spoiled kid who doesn't have to worry about messing up their car. He jumps out...kisses me on the cheek and gives me a big hug. I haven't seen him in three months. God he smelled good. Hugo Boss? I don't care. It was intoxicating.

I jump in and off the weekend goes.

We drive around Scottsdale. Definitely the playground for the well-to-do. I didn't see a Target anywhere.

Cocktails before dinner at the house. It's that brownish/tanish stucco...like every other house in Arizona...and two stories. We came in thru the garage, where the golf cart is happily humming plugged into the electrical socket. Inside is total bachelor. Not much furniture, but a huge ass plasma TV hanging on the wall. We stop to say hello to Ebb & Flo. Ebb's the baby frog. Flo's a Beta. Ebb likes to hide in this hollow rock thing while Flo patrols the waters. They make a good team. Upstairs is the guest bedroom number one. We joke about me staying in up there. HA! Hell no! Not when there's a Temputpedic downstairs calling my knot ridden back!!!

He pours me half a shot of some stuff that smells like amaretto in the bottle. He picked it up in Lithuania or Istonia or some weird country. I smell it again and insist I can take a whole shot! It came out my nose all over his kitchen. He just laughed...I was embarrased. Apparently, he has done this to many of his friends since being back from the Russia trip. Same outcome every time.

Dinner 10:30pm Mountain Time. 12:30am CST. We hop in the golf cart and ride down the side walk to dinner. He claims he's being 'eco friendly'. I think he's just a geek. But I love that. Seafood, Salad, Steak...a bottle of wine. I SO wanted a peak of the check. I told him I would throw my card in and pay half...but I doubt it would go thru! We both chuckled. He doesn't know the extent of my brokeness. I get the feeling he thinks I'm joking. During dinner he leans over and kisses me on the lips a couple times. I love it when guys kiss you in public. Especially when the place is crawling with beautiful people. I felt very spoiled. And I liked it.

Sat & Sun to follow.