I visit Minnesota. My grandmother, who I once thought was a bastion of feminism, is visiting from Kansas. There's tons of snow and the kids go crazy, playing for hours in it. There are only white people and Trump signs for miles (oh, and gun & ammo stores). I text my sister-in-law: "bring more booze."
I'm in Florida for a Christmas charity ball after an intense week involving another court appearance for the Real Housewives case. I'm excited to see Mario and hopeful that the short trip will prepare me for Thanksgiving Doomsday. We have a busy schedule of partying. I realize I'm completely in love with him.
Last night, Mario got on his knees and opened a box containing the most beautiful diamond. "Will you marry me?" He asked.
What can I say about this week other than I'm devastated. I'm up until 2 a.m. on election night. I can't sleep. The results blow my mind. I didn't see it coming. I was so sure that Hillary would win by a landslide that I hadn't even thought about the alternative.
Riding high on life this week after Mario's amazing (sex-filled) visit, I decide to get a tattoo. I always tell people there are two rules in life: don't co-sign on a student loan, and don't get a tattoo of your spouse's name! I decide I don't give a fuck. On the eve of what I think will be the election of a woman president, I get a tattoo that means "beautiful defender of the people," and also it spells "Mario Cho."
His hands slide up my dress and I moan. His hands are so big and strong. We drive back to my house. Inside, he drops his bags and picks me up like I weigh nothing. We're semi-undressed and he holds me in the air against the wall. He's inside me and his cock is huge and hard.
Waiting for Mario to visit next week. Drama continues with my daughter's father. I look for new friends -- especially single moms -- and contacts. And new work adventures open up.
Mario is scheduled to visit New York at the end of the month. The trip coincides nicely with a happy hour I'm planning. I invite Jake and his girlfriend Erin, as well as Emma. I'm over drama, but no one got the memo.
When you come out of a bad relationship, people question your judgement when you date again, but it doesn't compare to your own self-doubt. I told myself that I was only looking for flings or friends-with-benefits, nothing serious or complicated.
We had more coffee -- and by coffee I mean mind-blowing sex for hours standing up in his office (he physically picked me up while standing in the middle of the office - wow!) and on his desk. Afterwards we sit together on a single chair and cuddle. "This feels so comfortable, but so intense," he says. "How do we make this into more when there's a thousand miles between us?" We agree this is something amazing.