I am going to bang my head against the table until I pass out. Yep those are my thoughts. This meeting has lasted longer than need be and it could have been sent out in an email. Seriously they could have sent the power point through email and I would have gotten more out of it. I gather my notes as Greg dismisses us. He is a good guy, just long winded. I go back to my desk to type the summary up to be emailed to the partners so that I can get out of here. I want my weekend to begin sooner than later.
Stephen is waiting for me at the elevator, that's right I am dating one of those partners, he grabbed me up as soon as I started. He didn't waste any time getting my number and I liked the directness of him. He's in his early 30's and divorced but that hasn't affected our relationship at all. I am thankful he got away from the bitch without much but losing money. At least this is what i am told. I have not met the ex personally but she doesn't come around. He gathers me up in his arms and kisses my neck, "Let's go home." Nope, not living together but he keeps trying.
He's bought a dresser and gave me room in his closet, so when we get to his place, I go back to our bedroom to change out of my gray pencil skirt and lavender blouse. He follows. I know exactly what he wants. I haven't stayed in a few days because of his court schedule. I try to respect when he has a lot of work to do.
Later I find him sitting on his king size bed working on his laptop. He has his black framed glasses on, his five o'clock shadow is there. He is gorgeous. No clue how or why we are together sometimes. He knows I am a little standoffish but he doesn't really question or nag about it. He accepts that I am here. He gives me what he wants to give me. I give him as much as I can in return. I may my presence known, stepping into the room. I make my way towards the bed. He hesitates but doesn't stop working. "I am going to get a shower then go to bed, you good?" I ask. I want to make sure he will be busy since i am exhausted. I hate coming over and crashing before him. He's almost 10 years older yet I cannot hang with his crazy hours. He gives me his attention and answers, "I have a big case in a few weeks, as long as my typing doesn't bother you, I am good."
It's taken a lot but as any adult, I learned to move on. I didn't like it, but I did. I had a few relationships in college and always felt good, never guilty, but with Stephen something irks me. I always feel like I am moving on when I shouldn't. There are times though that time just makes my heart hurt. I hate the thought of 'what could have been?' stays on my mind. Stupid I know, but its there.