New York - Part 1 Act 1

There is so much to tell in all this that separating it in parts and acts seem like the only good way to do so. Of course my shrink would interpret me equating my life to a play and something unreal. Maybe I'll go with it?

Living in Manhattan was everything I thought it was going to be. Not as glamorous as what the movies and TV shows make it out to be, but definitely as thrilling. So much to see but never enough time to do it. When I got into the office I was being swept off to local shops to get new outfits and dresses. I was playing hostess to balls that the biggest of big names were attending. I schmoozed potential clients at Yankee Stadium and smiled pretty on the arm of my boss at five star restaurants. While it sounds like the funnest and again, glamorous thing; it wasn't. I was exhausted. I started dieting and exercising so that I could fit into the more fabulous dresses I was seeing at these stores. Plus to be honest, the men that I was rubbing shoulders with were gorgeous. I'm talking grade a gorgeous.

The first gorgeous man I dealt with was my boss, Beau. Beau was all man. Broad shoulders, broad neck and a broad jaw. His hands were large and looked aged. His eyes were a light almost gray color with deep blue flecks on the outside edge of his eyes. His eyes were deep set so that often he looked like he was thinking hard and squinting. The best part was when he smiled, his eyes would wrinkle in the right spots so you could see the smile throughout his face. He had dark brown hair that never looked done but maybe it was? It was short and had that short messy look. I saw him out of his suit very rarely but he looked so amazing in his suits. He hardly ever shaved which was maybe why his jaw looked so broad.

Beau and I spent literally every single day together at almost 15 hours a day. I was up by five and at work by six. We at breakfast together or what we called breakfast; coffee and a bagel, in the conference room each morning. My office was set up right next to his and we were connected by a tiny hallway. Lunch we had together in my office, his office or that cafe two blocks from the office. We would then have dinner in the conference again. Then we would run together every weekend. I had been to his house, an amazing brownstone, for small and intimate client schmoozing. He had come to mine when we needed to brainstorm on new ideas. We never kissed or touched and yet often we slept over at one another house.

A big ball was coming up, Beau and I were trying to plan it so that it was the biggest hit. We were going to have national coverage on this ball with the biggest names there, including pro athletes. We had only five months left until the night of the ball so Beau decided that we needed the help of his friend Jeff.

Jeff is the longest part and a big part of this story. Jeff was the main character in my life honestly but to do him justice and to give you a better understanding I need to tell Beau's story first.