Some of my most fun adventures have happened when I've been traveling to and from NYC. This particular time I'd had the pleasure of sitting next to this beautiful woman and her 11 y/o daughter. The woman and I had talked the majority of the flight to LaGuardia about raising our daughters to be strong women. I'd, of course, told her all about Mama Gena and even brought out my copy of the School of Womanly Arts, to which she immediately jotted down the title. She'd told me about the different treks she and her daughter had gone on. I tried to imagine my daughter and I trying to hike up a mountain together. The thought now makes me laugh...What? No room service? Evian? I'd also given her my card from my studio and told her any time she was in Chicago I wanted her to come and take a pole class with me. She was just amazing, this lady. So strong, but very hard. I was telling her she should practice getting her flirt on more. When I'd mentioned the tool, 'Finding the attractive feature in every man," she'd mentioned to me that there was a company car coming to pick her and her lovely daughter up and since we were all going to midtown, why didn't I catch a ride with them. Now, let me say to those of you that don't already know...as a Goddess, this is normal practice. Good things always happen to us. Of course I scored a free ride in a luxury car. Whooopeeeee! So I said, "Yes Ma'am! And, we're going to practice. No matter what the driver looks like, we're going to flirt. All that means is having fun in our own skin. We flirt with babies, with dogs...We are just going to be in our pleasure...deal?!" As the ginormous black Escolade pulls up, the door opens and out steps a 6 foot 3" tall, dark skinned, dark haired, Mediterranean man. He was HANDSOME. I looked at my hostess, I looked at my driver, I looked back at my hostess, hit her on the arm and said, "Are you fucking kidding me?" We both broke into hysterics. The driver grabs our bags, puts them into the SUV and we're on our way to Manhattan. Neither of us can look at each other with out laughing.
"Thank you so much for picking us up, Darling. What's your name?" I ask
"M," he answers very straight forward. No nonsense.
"Really. Great name." I say and then the woman says out of nowhere...
"Why don't you show us some of your pole dancing moves?" In the car? very smooth. She still needs a little schooling, but it's ok. She's learning. M doesn't flinch.
We get to my hostess' hotel and I get out and thank her. I look on my iPhone and hold it up for M to see.
"M," I point at my phone and stand right up next to him. He's tall and his shoulders are broad. He's wearing a nice suit and Burberry tie."This is my hotel, am I far? Is it walkable, or should I grab a cab?" (eyelashes batting)
"I'll take you there," I've now got a better look at him, his eyes are dark, his nose is crooked. He opens the door for me again and I hop in.
"That's so sweet of you." We have small talk. I tell him why I'm in NY and he turns to me and says
"Are all the women in your group as beautiful as you are?"
"No." I laugh. "Of course they are. They are the most beautiful women you'll ever meet."
He takes me to the hotel and tells me he's been driving the Prince from one of the countries in, like, Bangladesh, for a week and he's been staying in my hotel so he'd be available to the Prince. Really? Of course he has. He gives me his card and says, "If you need anything while you're here. I will make myself available for you." I am dropped off at the hotel.
I get into the lobby and it is the most beautiful lobby EVER! There's a huge sculpture that I immediately make a joke to the concierge that I'm going to hang my purse on it. He and I ended up becoming fast friends. D...I still email with him from time to time. He walks me over to the check-in and I guess my enthusiasm showed and made such an impression, that they upgraded my room. I had a view of the Hudson River. I sent a text to M, "I am the luckiest girl in the world. I'm so blessed and you helped make my day. Thank you. And you're right. The hotel is spectacular."
He texted back, "I'd love to see you tonight."
Uh oh.
Did I mention I was married at the time all this was happening? Unhappily...but married, nonetheless. Shit. shit shit shit. Say no. Say no.
"I have my event with my girls. I won't be back until late. It was a pleasure to meet you, M."
"I'll meet you after. In the lobby. I'm staying there with the Prince and the staff." Oh, fer fuck's sake.
"Ok, but just for a minute." Oh, nothing good could come of this.
We sat by the window overlooking Columbus Circle and talked. I find out he's not an employee of the company. He ownsmy car with my name was waiting for me with my driver with strict instructions to take care of my every need until my next arrival to NYC. Which that one was even more amazing. But that's another post entirely. I still talk with M and when I come to NYC he still takes care of me and my sisters.
Yes, my loves, I have but almost forgotten what it was like to be treated the way I deserved recently. Today I'm going to pamper myself with a spa day. I'm going to remind myself how I deserve to be treated and loved and if the proverbial, "he," is not on board, then, "he," is not for me. I told someone the other day, "I put you on a pedestal and treat you so well, my darling, because I expect my seat to be right there next to yours..." I am not a doormat. Do not attempt to wipe your boots on me. *exhale* And now he's gone...again...lol. This time I think for good. What's the saying, "Fool me once..."? What about fool me three times? Ugh, I'm not going to litter this blog with him and take away from my driver. If I ever get around to writing about the other, I will...but not now. I hope this installment of my fun, ridiculous, fluffy, haha life finds you all well. I am standing for all of you and still believing.
My song picks for today are:
If You Want Me To Stay by Sly & the Family Stone
Naughty Girl by Beyonce
I Brag I am strong enough to write about my life whether I make mistakes or not, I remain true to myself and have fun.
I Am Grateful for friends with arms that hold me, ears that listen, and hearts that are big.
I Desire a new direction on my journey.
