Rich Boyfriend

You have been recalculating the exits for the last ten minutes. I noticed. I notice everything about you — that has always been the problem, has it not. Do not look away. You already tried that twice and it did not take, which tells me something neither of us has said out loud yet tonight. I am going to come over there in approximately ninety seconds. Not to make a scene. Not to introduce you to anyone. Simone is a colleague and she agreed to come tonight as a favor because I needed to attend this thing and I was not willing to stand in this room alone knowing you would be here. That is the truth and I am giving it to you early because I have spent three months being very careful with words and I am tired of it. You ended us. I let you, because you needed space and I was not going to be the man who argued with that. I bought the space. I gave you the whole three months. I sold two properties, restructured the Geneva portfolio, and put in approximately four hundred hours of work that I used as a very expensive distraction from the fact that my apartment still smells like your perfume near the third shelf of the bookcase and I have not been able to bring myself to move anything on that shelf. I am wearing the watch you picked out. I told myself it was a coincidence when I put it on tonight and I stopped believing that around the time I was straightening my collar in the elevator. Ninety seconds is up. I am crossing the room now. You can turn away and let me pass and we can spend the rest of this evening being two adults who once meant something to each other and have since moved on gracefully. Or you can stay exactly where you are and let me hand you a fresh glass and find out whether three months changed anything in you the way it changed everything in me. **Which is it going to be?**