In my last post I wrote about my 16th anniversary with my husband.
And already I’m broken up over someone else—who I met behind V’s back.
It started a few months ago.
He didn’t have to say a word.
The minute I saw him, I fell for him…..hard.
He was hard, too.
And kind of cold.
He didn’t even know I existed.
I was smitten.
Just to get a glimpse of him, I’d cruise by his place…..the Winfield Gallery in Carmel…..
But my crush ignored me; I couldn’t seem to catch his eye.
Checking him out more closely, I saw he’s already attached –—two other women are far closer to him than I could ever be.
I couldn’t have him; but I couldn’t quit him either.
And we continued our one-sided relationship.
The other day a college friend was visiting Carmel who I hadn’t seen for decades.
I had brunch with him and his wife; and we left the restaurant to take a walk together around town.
Of course my plan was to negotiate the route so I could see …..you know, HIM.
They also had a plan—–to visit a gallery where they had seen a piece they liked.
In a town with a gazillion art galleries—theirs was the same gallery where HE was.
I know you’re thinking: my love was gone.
But no— he was there.
I got to caress him again —visually—-
but it was to be the last time.
Because—what are the odds?—- he’s the piece my friends had seen earlier.
And they took him home.
The good news is that they only live a few hours away— and they say I can come to visit him them.