Coffee with Stefan

Since I have been home, Röbert has been extra sweet and solicitous of my needs.  Obviously I have been in excrutiating pain a lot of the time, but I try not to let my guy see me like that.  I am terribly stoic, you know.

One of the drawbacks of all of this loving care is that I hardly have a moment to myself.  Recovery means that I am spending a lot of time healing (napping and watching important documentaries about world affairs and bachelors trying to find their one true love among 26 beautiful women) and a fair amount of time talking to doctors about pain relief.  I really haven’t had time to see my special guy Stefan since he got home from his ski trip, but we have been keeping up by text message etc.

This morning I suggested to Röbby that since Piti has her day off on Sunday, he could take the children to visit with Grandmama while I caught up on some sleep.  I don’t want that crazy foreigner, Piti anywhere near my angles!

I quickly got dressed in a sweet lil’ frock and drove downtown to meet Stefan for coffee.  I am so lucky to have a handicapped tag now so I can park easily and don’t have to walk.  I should have had one made for myself years ago!

Stefan and I talked and talked but we just don’t see any way to make our relationship work right now.  He is planning to start on a trip around the world next month and as much as I want to go, I don’t think it is possible.  I tried to convince him that we could just see first world countries with a high standard of health care and easily access to high quality strong and effective pain relief, but he seems to think that to see the world you need to also go to dirty places.  So, no.  He should be back in a few months, and maybe then this star-crossed relationship has a chance.  Damn you Piti or other crazy jealous foreigner or hater who shot me!

We are completely, completely adorable together

I guess I would have missed Starling from time to time too.

 

 

 

Big Decisions to Make

I feel like I am on an emotional journey right now, and I just don’t know what to do.

Last weekend Stefan had admitted to me that what I had thought was a fun lil’ flirtation actually meant much more to him. He has developed feelings for me and he wants to explore where that takes us. Of course he has!

Early yesterday morning Stefan came over to pick up Röbert, and he looked terrible.  He clearly has been spending as much time crying as I have this past week.  He and Röbby were headed up to play something called paintball with a group of friends from college, and the place was two hours away.  When they got to their friend Saul’s house, Stefan said he was sick, and turned around to come back here, while the rest of the guys headed off for a day of fun.

I had dropped the kiddos off with their grandmama’s housekeeper for the day.  Did you know that housekeepers normally have Sundays off?  I didn’t.  Fortunately I could tell she was home in her lil’ studio over the garage so I played a lil’ game of ding-dong ditch and turned off my phone.  I am sure it was her pleasure to have three such adorable children for the day.

Stefan and I drove out to a state park where it was mostly poor people so we knew we wouldn’t see anyone we knew and had a nice walk in the beautiful fall weather and spoke about our feelings and plans and desires.

It is surprisingly enjoyable to have a fabulously weatlhy and attractive man tell you how wonderful you are over and over.

He wants us to both leave our spouses and be together.  He thinks we could take a few months to travel the world and then come back and get married.  Just think how jealous everyone would be!  In your face, Margie with your stupid annual trips to Disney World!  I could blog about which room service waiter is the most obsequious at the George V while you posted your zillionth picture of the teacup ride.  LOL!

Of course I am not sure what to do because I am so happily, happily married and adore my children and all that.  But we could afford to send Merlin to boarding school and Starling could come visit us on a yacht.

Is it possible to be in love with two men at once?

He also gave me some gorgeous earrings with huge sapphires, but I couldn’t take them.  He said he is keeping them safe for me.

I told him I need time to think and so we are waiting until after the holidays to make our final decision.  I don’t know what to do!  It would be so nice to be really rich.

I Feel a My Grain Coming On

I just got a text message from Stefan, and not a naughty one.  He said to find a sitter for the kids tomorrow and he will take care of getting rid of Röbert for the day.  We need to talk.  I am not sure if I want to talk.

I am so confused right now.  I think I had better go shoe shopping to settle myself.

I think I need a few pairs of shoes, and maybe a purse or seven. LOL

A Dinner Treat

Röbert was scheduled to leave for a hiking trip with his friends after dinner tonight.  It has been a while since he has gotten away like this, and I have a babysitter and plans for tomorrow night.

He arrived home from work with a lil’ surprise; Stefan is back in town for work and decided he would pick up Röb so they could drive up together.  Fortunately I always look pretty great, because I wasn’t dressed as if I were expecting a guest!

I sent the children right up to bed with a lil’ extra something in their juice.  They all fell asleep like angles.  Röbert made us some delicious chicken and rice and Stefan threw together a salad while I was upstairs.  Stefan and I didn’t have a second alone, but he kept staring at me and even texted me a couple of times.  Naughty boy!

He looks so handsome in his work clothes and his play clothes.

After dinner the men changed and went out to Stefan’s SUV to load up their stuff.  After they were gone I heard someone come back through the door: it was Stefan.  He said he left his phone behind in purpose, kissed me for a minute or two, and left again.  I can’t believe he did it with Röbert right outside in the truck.

Seeking Advice

Ever since Wednesday, Stefan and I have been texting each other non-stop.  There is nothing explicit, but he is very flirty with me.  It is exciting and fun, but I feel a tiny bit guilty because we are both married.  I am very happily married.  I am sure Röbert would feel betrayed if he knew we had kissed.  I know I would be very upset if he flirted or even had an affair with my best friend.  I would take it extremely badly and, despite keeping up a brave front, I would lose confidence in myself and feel absolutely terrible for a long, long time afterward, even if he ended the affair  I think something like that would be the worst blow I could imagine.  I would be tempted to give him a bit of his own medicine if he ever did that to me, which I am sure he never would.

On the other hand, it delights me to think of that bitch, Kathy, discovering that her husband doesn’t love her anymore.  I would like to be there for that lil’ revelation.

Anywho, I had a lil’ sit-down with Cari over a lush’s lunch (martini’s with two olives for sustenance!) this afternoon.  I knew that Krystyn would disapprove of the flirtation, since Luke had several affairs before leaving her for his Muy Thai instructor, but Cari is very European in her thinking.  I knew she would have some good advice about my situation.

It is nice to have such a wonderful friend. Karen turned out not to be so trustworthy in the end.

Cari saw the photos of Stefan and some pictures of his homes and cars and then looked up his net worth online and said she thought it would be fine to continue a little harmless flirting.  Maybe it might even spice things up with Röbert, if you know what I mean!  I guess I will just continue my little texting friendship for now.

 

Lengthy Lunch

This morning, right after I dropped Hummus off at school, I got a phone call from Röbert’s friend, Stefan.  I didn’t even know he had my number!  He said he was back in town for a meeting and wanted to take me out for lunch. I had told him about an idea I have for a business on Saturday night, and he wanted to help me with it.

He took me out to a lovely restaurant and ordered champagne, my favorite.  I was flattered that he remembered how much I love expensive bubbly, since I so rarely have it.  We had a very long lunch, and he listened carefully to my ideas and gave me some thoughtful advice.  We could see the waiter kind of glaring at us (he needn’t have worried, he got a great tip) so Stefan suggested that we retire to the bar and have a little digestif.  I scooted to the bathroom and then called Cari to ask her to pick up the kiddos for me.  She is such a good friend.

When I got to the bar Stefan had found us a cozy booth and had ordered me a delicious snifter of cognac.  Expensive brands truly are better, and I love being spoiled that way.  I was already a little light headed from drinking most of the bottle of the champagne and not eating anything all day (I had just moved my lunch around the plate a bit).  Stefan had put his briefcase on one side of the booth, so I just slid right in next to him.

The bar at the restaurant was extremely elegant, and so is Stefan.

Stefan started telling me a little bit about his marriage to Kathy, and all is not well in their extremely large and well appointed home, gorgeous lake cottage and charming pied a terre.  I am a feminist and would never say anything against another woman, so I just listened.  I am a very good listener.  Poor Stefan.  Kathy is just as awful and shrewish as I suspected.  It seemed natural to hold his hand while he told me how unhappy his marriage is. I had another sip of cognac and then he ordered me some coffee with a naughty bit of Bailey’s in it to warm me up.  By this point I had heard from Röbert, who said he would be late home from work, and Cari who was feeding the kids for me.  Like I said, a fantastic friend.

It was dark by the time we left and I stumbled a bit on the steps so Stefan put his arm around me.  He asked his driver to bring my car home and he said he would take me home in his car.  He had somehow managed to drink a lot less than I did.

When we got back to the house I thanked him and leaned in to hug him goodbye and somehow we ended up kissing.  It was a pretty serious kiss.  I shocked myself because I haven’t kissed anyone except Röbert since we started dating.  Except, of course, a few men at parties or sometimes someone I met on a girls’ night out.  And of course my gal pals when we have a few drinks. I have certainly never kissed Röbert’s best friend before.  I was surprised that I didn’t mind it very much.  Stefan is very handsome and charming, with an accent I have always found very attractive.  He smells amazing.

After a few minutes Stefan walked me to the door and told me he would call me soon.  He likes my business ideas and thinks we should meet again to discuss them further.  Cari dropped the kids off and I made sure I was in bed before Röb got home.  I feel very confused.  I have certainly had men interested in me before, but never anyone I find so interesting.  It would kill Kathy if she ever found out that her husband kissed me. LOL.