Good-Bye Mr. Amazingly Gorgeous

I haven’t written a follow up about my dinner with Mr. Amazingly Gorgeous. Let’s just say that while it didn’t go exactly as planned, it probably went about how I expected.

I was excited that we were both going to be in the same city at the same time. I made my way into the city and to his hotel room, leaving plenty of time so that I wouldn’t be rushed. I hate rushing. Especially when I am trying to make a good impression. When I was nearly to the hotel (which, I might point out is a 5-Star property in this particular city), my cell phone rang. It was Mr. A.G.

I was expecting the worst. This time it wasn’t that bad. His flight had been delayed, he was taxiing in during the phone call, and it looked like it would be at least another hour before he would be at the hotel. No problem! This I can handle.

The hotel is in a nice downtown neighborhood, so I spent the time wandering in a couple of the shops. Finding nothing of interest, I decided to go to the lobby bar of the hotel for a glass of wine. I was still a little nervous about the whole thing, so I figured a nice glass of red would calm my nerves.

I found a comfortable couch, ordered my drink, and reached into my purse for a book. (I always carry one with me for just these waiting times.) I had been sitting and reading, and enjoying my wine for about twenty minutes when an attractive, well-groomed man sat on the couch opposite from me. I looked up, acknowledged him, and he smiled back and engaged me in conversation.

He was witty and charming, handsome, articulate and VERY interesting. We chatted up a storm. As he was leaving, he handed me his card and said that if I was free the next day that he’d like to take me to lunch. I told him that I was unavailable for lunch, but he insisted that I take his card and encouraged me to keep in touch. I smiled and tucked the card away as he left.

About the time that I was finishing my wine, Mr. A.G. walked up to me in the lobby and gave me a big hug. He looked, well, amazingly gorgeous. His eyes sparkled, his smile was big, and when he told me how glad he was to see me and how much he had missed me, I believed him.

We went up to his room, which turned out to be the penthouse suite. He had it lit with dozens of votive candles around the room, in the bathroom and shower, even out on the balcony. Music was on, a bottle of wine was open on the table. Everything was romantic and beautiful, and I was so glad to be there.

We relaxed and caught up on everything for awhile, and then there was a knock on the door. It was one more surprise - he had arranged for an in-room massage for me so that I could relax as he finished up a little business. The massage therapist and I relocated to the bedroom, and I enjoyed blissful pampering. When finished, I put on one of the hotel’s big fluffy robes and padded out into the living area of the suite.

Another surprise! Mr. A.G. had ordered in dinner and it was set out in a beautiful arrangement. Salads, steak and lobster, cheesecake for dessert. We had ate, sometimes feeding one another (I know, that sounds sappy). We had more wine. It continued to be wonderfully romantic.

All my doubts were vanquished. I believed that I had just misunderstood the intensity of his work schedule, the ever competing demands on his time. I thought that I must have been selfish, and that this display of affection and attention was designed to show me how he was quite willing to integrate me into his life and heart.

When I left, I showered him with profuse thanks. When I returned home, I sent an email thank you, once again telling him what a marvelous time I had had, and how much I appreciated what he had done.

And that’s the last I heard of him. He’s not responded to my email, nor returned the one call that I placed to him. It’s been nearly a month.

I am through!

And any day now I might dig out that business card that I tucked away somewhere.