I can’t really say I’ve never been in a relationship. There have been a couple of times where I tried to attach myself to someone and be happy with it. It just never really worked out in the end. And recently, as in the last two years, Betsy was right, I hadn’t been with anyone. But that’s because of my secret. I don’t know why I keep it a secret, it’s no big deal really. I mean everyone gets married. And everyone splits up. So, I guess my life is pretty normal in that regard.
We just skipped the whole get the divorce part. So, technically, I’m still married. And actually, what happens in Vegas doesn’t stay in Vegas. You’re married everywhere. I’d ask for a divorce if I could remember his name. And I guess, I’m a little embarrassed about turning what should have been a great drunken one night stand into a HUGE mistake I can’t fix. So, I keep it a secret.
It had been a great time. I was in Vegas on business. The last training session was boring so I feigned a headache and left. It’s Vegas, a girl is entitled to a little fun after all. And the idea of a group outing to go bowling or golfing with other people from my company didn’t sound like the kind of Vegas fun you want to have. Instead, I hit the pool bar.
I love pool bars. You sit at the pool, listen to reggae music, and you get served these cool drinks which are pretty colors with fruit and tiny umbrellas. My favorite drinks are the green ones. They are so refreshing. And they will get you drunk faster than you can slap your granny.
Eventually, you have to pee which means you have to get off your bar stool which means you have to stand and walk. Well, after too many refreshing green beverages, you can’t do that very well and you may step on your own flip flop. Fortunately, I was caught in mid stumble by a really great smile with big brown eyes. The rest of him was pretty good too. I giggled because I was drunk and embarrassed but it must have come off like I was flirting. Next thing I know we are hanging out and having a great time.
It was a magical night. There was food; an endless buffet of food. Music and dancing. And everywhere there was booze. I loved how his eyes crinkled when he smiled and laughed. His laugh was musical and infectious. We got married in a little chapel tucked away in an alley. It was very cliche but our officiant was an Elvis impersonator. We laughed all the way through the ceremony.
I may not know my husbands name, but I remember our wedding night. I still dream about our wedding night. He was an incredible kisser. He made my knees weak, made me short of breath, and made my heart pound. I won’t tell about the rest of the honeymoon but lets just say, I will remember that night for the rest of my life. And I smile when I do. The next morning I woke up alone. A note was scrawled on a cocktail napkin. It read, “Thank you for a beautiful honeymoon. I look forward to our life together when the time is right. I will find you later my wife. Your loving husband.”
And that’s what I get for letting my guard down and getting all happy-feely. I’m married to a guy I don’t know. I don’t know his name, where he is, what he does, or anyway I can correct this huge mistake. So I just keep it a secret and try to go on with my life. And still, in the back of my mind I wonder if I’ll ever see him again. It’s no big deal really.
To be continued…..