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She smiled as she listened to the kids, then looked at me and gave me a wink. I’m not sure what that meant but it was cute.
Monday I was hoping to get a call from Cathy telling me she would be over for a night of carnal pleasures but I got nothing, not even the call she promised me.
Tuesday was the same thing, no Cathy, no call. By Wednesday I was getting a little pissed. The least she could do is call. I dialed her number but got her voice mail.
"Hey, remember me?" I said leaving a message, "You were going to call me Monday, this is Wednesday and no calls. What’s going on. Call me!"
About an hour later I got her call. "Hi honey, I’m so sorry, I’ve been so busy getting things ready for my party."
"I see," I said, "how is it going? Do you think you’ll be able to take a break long enough to come over and fuck me until my eyes bug out?" I said with a chuckle in my voice.
"Oh honey, I don’t know. I still have so much to do. Would you forgive me if I don’t make over there this week? I’ll make it up to you next week, I promise."
This wasn’t sounding good to me. First she springs a boyfriend on me, now she doesn’t have time to come over at all for the whole week. I was getting a bad feeling.
"Okay," I said rather abruptly, "I’ll see you Friday." I closed the phone. I had some thinking to do. Yes, we never discussed being exclusive with each other. It wasn’t like I was in love with her, I wasn’t, so I really had no right to even ask. For the first time I examined the possibility of a future for Cathy and me, but I didn’t see one. As much fun as we have in the sack, I knew there was no long-term relationship there. I would play it out and see where it goes, but I had a feeling it was coming to an end.
Friday night I arrived right at eight o’clock and was surprised to see so many cars there already. I took my camera, knocked and entered. The party was already in full swing. I couldn’t understand why she told me eight o’clock if it started earlier.
Cathy saw me from across the room. "Hey my photographer is here," she exclaimed.
She came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I leaned down and was going to kiss her back on the lips but she turned her head and I got a cheek as well. She took me around and introduced me to several people as her photographer. I was getting a little pissed.
"Is that all I’m doing here, Cathy?" I asked. "I thought I was invited as a guest."
"Oh, don’t be party pooper," she said, "I’m just having some fun, it’s my birthday."
It was her birthday so I thought, yeah, I guess I should lighten up a little, let her have some fun.
Then I was introduced to Brad. "Brad, this is Mr. Taylor. He’s my professor for the class on Creative Photography I’m taking. He’s going to take pictures tonight."
Brad extended his hand and I shook it, squeezing probably a little more than I should have.
"Damn professor," he said, "you’ve got quite a grip there."
"Oh I’m sorry Brad," I said almost sarcastically, "did I hurt you?"
"The drinks are over there," said Cathy, "help yourself."
I did just that. This is going to be a long night I thought. I walked around taking pictures of the guests. There were the usual stupid questions to answer, "What kind of camera do you use?" "Can I hold your models?" "Gee, can you really make a living taking pictures?" The same stupid stuff I usually get at functions like this.
I looked around to find Cathy. I was getting tire of this and I was getting read to leave. Several times I saw her with Brad and she had barely spoken to me since I arrived.
I went in to the kitchen looking for her and found her sitting on Brad’s lap giving him a very passionate kiss. I raised my camera and took a shot of them. I don’t even think they saw the flash, they were so engrossed.
I turned and went through living room and into the bedroom she had as a home office. I took the flash card from the camera and laid it on the table next to her computer. She can print her own damn pictures, I thought, then left.
The next day was Saturday. Cathy knew I had my kids but called anyway. I let it go to voice mail. She didn’t call again for the rest of the week-end and I didn’t listen to her voice mail until Monday.
"Hi Dan," she said rather bashfully. "You’re probably pretty pissed at me, huh. I’m sorry. Please call me."
I was going to see her in class later that night so I didn’t see any need to call her.
I didn’t really want to talk to Cathy. I knew what I was going to say and I hated to say it. We had been…well, I don’t know if you’d call it dating, but we had been screwing each other for about three months. During that time we really had nothing more than sex between us. There was no emotional feelings, not on my part and I was pretty sure after Friday night, not on hers either.
I needed more. I needed to find a woman I could love and who would love me back. I had made up my mind I would call it off with Cathy if she didn’t beat me to the punch.
I waited until everyone, including Cathy was seated before I entered the room. After class Cathy came up and asked if we could go for a drink. I declined.
"Listen, I’d like to apologize for Friday. I treated you like crap and I want to say I’m sorry," she said.
"Are you in love with Brad?" I asked.
"To tell you the truth, I don’t know. Sometimes I think he’s the greatest guy in the world, then he does something stupid and don’t want anything to do with him. I just don’t know. Even if I was though, that’s no excuse for how I treated you. I’m so sorry."
"Well you’re right there. It was no excuse for the way you treated me, right from the start, introducing me as your private photographer. I was pissed as soon as I walked in the door."
"I know, I know, I’m so sorry. Come on, let me buy you a drink."
"Cathy, I put up with Diane treating me like crap for a long time. I did it because of the kids and the fact that she was still my wife, but I won’t put up with it ever again. Can you understand that?"
"Yes, I understand. I knew when I saw the flash card you were really pissed off. I hope I didn’t hurt your feelings too much, I really do like you, Dan and I enjoyed every minute we spent together. Our date was the nicest date I’ve ever been on. You’re such a gentleman and you’re a wonderful guy. I just don’t know what I want yet. I’m sorry, Dan, I’m really sorry."
I believe a saw a tear in her eye as she left. I know there were plenty in my eyes again, by the time I got home. I just don’t understand it, I thought, several of my buddies as well as some of my married female friends, all tell me I’m such a catch. Then why am I having such a hard time with women lately?
Once again I sat in my favorite chair with a vodka and tonic in my hand, staring into the darkness, wallowing in my depression and feeling sorry for myself. For two cents, tonight I’d go home, curl up next to my wife, put my arms around her tell her I’m home. But then what would happen after that, I thought. And that is exactly the reason I can’t do it.
Tomorrow is Tuesday and I start that ad campaign. I’ll be shooting for three days straight so I guess I’d better get some rest, I thought, tomorrow’s another day.
I hope you liked this chapter enough to read the nest installment when I get it done. What other women will Dan have in his life. Will the find the one of his dreams?
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