| Straight: True Stories: The Dark Side (1/4) |
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All about Anne Marie. She got married a few weeks ago. Left me at the altar. I am very happy for her; we had a good run. Met her family. The husband and the kids knew me. Her family was very cordial but suspicious about who I was and how I knew their daughter and if I was the one that brought about the changes in her. Her husband was cool. He mentioned that he had several conversations about me with her and was very glad I came into her life when I did. He had known her since High School and knew her ex and their history. Mentioned how changed she was and how beautiful she was. I agreed, told him to take care of her, she was low maintenance. And just needed to be loved. He invited me over some time, not very likely. Anne introduced me to Susan- pretty, but plain. Self conscious, very little make up and very underdressed for the occasion. We made nice nice and I told her that I would like to dance with her if she had the inclination. She said she didn’t dance. I told her all she had to do was hold on and follow. We danced and she was stiff as a board. This was not a girl I would chase down a dirt road. Anne came over when I was alone and told me Susan was coming off a bad relationship and would I be nice to her, that I would like her when I got to know her. Susan she had a dark side. Right, I really needed a dark side. We shared a drink. The reception was breaking up and she asked me for a ride home. She had told the people she had come with that she would get a ride home. She was much more relaxed. We were both interested in some real food so we stopped at one of her favorite places, Waffle House, a southern icon. I love Pecan waffles so it was a good choice. We kind of got to know each other. She had married after college to a lawyer, had a good life going. No kids- mutual choice- then he dropped the bomb: he met his trophy wife. Susan is a pretty savvy lady so she took him to the cleaners. Owned her own home, was pretty well set up. Had a good job in outside sales and over all a very interesting lady. She was pretty, not beautiful, but had a hell of a sense of humor. I liked her right away. Didn't know where we were going but I am always along for the ride. She had just turned 45, 20 years younger than I. I really didn't expect much. We talked for about an hour and I took her home. We exchanged e-mail addresses and phone numbers. I walked her to her door and walked back to my car. Looked and she was standing there with the door open and looking at me. O.K. maybe my car, I like nice cars, keeping in mind that all they are is a bunch of tin and rubber put together for the 4 to 5 years they are designed to live. That was a Saturday and Wednesday I got an e-mail |
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