The Real Surprise.

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As the driver sped down LaCienga Blvd., I asked him this question, “Sir, can you at least tell me what airline you are taking me too?” “No ma’am, not yet. Someone has gone to great lengths to surprise you, haven’t they?” he answered. What? I thought, how rude! As I sat int he back seat and thought about what I was doing, I got a bit nervous. I thought to myself; this is crazy, what was I thinking? But when I thought about how much I wanted to forget about Andrew and have some fun, I calmed myself down, and as we got closer to LAX, the driver asked, “would you like to know your airline?” “That would be lovely,” I said. “You will be flying American Airlines today Miss Sanders,” he said. “Oh, great. I am platinum status with American, can you take me to the premium door?” I asked politely. “No, I have strict instructions to take you to the red door,” he answered. “What is the red door? Sir, I am platinum I want to go to the premium passenger entrance,” I said. As the words came out of my mouth, I realized how snooty they sounded, but I had flown a lot of miles to enjoy the shorter lines at the airport, and I wanted to take full advantage!

As we pulled up the curb, we pulled past the premium door to a small red door I had never even noticed before. Men in red coats with red hats were standing outside of it. They opened the car door and took my luggage before I even had a chance to say anything. I quickly scanned the backseat of the car to make sure I didn’t leave anything, thanked the driver and followed the man who was wheeling my luggage. Through the secret door, we went; A very cheerful woman behind a small counter with only two computers great me, “Good afternoon, where are you flying today?” I looked at her and felt really stupid, “good afternoon, I have no idea where I am flying. Does that sound crazy?” I asked. “It happens more than you might think, let’s start with your name,” she said. “Keylee Sanders, checking one bag,” I said. As I handed her my ID and spelled my name out loud she typed on her keyboard. “Oh, you are headed to Miami today!” She said with enthusiasm. Miami?!?! Fun! It was one city that had crossed my mind as a possibility. It was warm and on east coast (I knew Sam spent a lot of time on the east coast) plus it was a fun and sexy place. I was excited to say the least; I hadn’t been to Miami in years.

The cheerful woman handed me my ticket and as I turned around another gentleman in a red hat and jacket was standing there. “Follow me Miss Sanders,” he said and at this point I was just going with it. We turned and got into the elevator. I have traveled a LOT and I had never even seen this part of LAX. As the elevator doors opened I began to recognize where I was, security. TSA and I were old friends, but this time was different. The man in the red hat waved to the man in the blue TSA shirt and stopped the premium passenger line to let me in front of everyone else. I breezed through security and said goodbye to my red jacketed escort. I gathered my belongings off the security belt and looked down at my ticket for my gate. Gate 42 Seat 1A.

I stopped to grab a bottle of water and an US Weekly, People, and Vanity Fair and headed to Gate 42. They called my group and as I walked onto the plane, the flight attendant asked me to turn left instead of right. I have to add here that it was not my first time flying first class, but it was my first time flying like this. I have been less comfortable on private flights than I was on this plane. As I found seat 1 A, I realized that it wasn’t a seat, but a pod. I swear I have lived in studio apartments that were smaller than my seating area on this flight. My seat had more buttons and seat adjustments than my Mercedes. I adapted quickly and settled in with a glass of champagne for the 5-hour flight to Miami. Upon our decent, I started to get a bit nervous again. Were things really over with Andrew, I wondered? If they weren’t totally over then I had figured that his lack of effort and enthusiasm toward me and our, what turned out to be, faux relationship was lack luster enough for me to know he wasn’t the right guy for me.  I decided I was done thinking about him!

As I exited the plane, I called Sam to let him know I had arrived. He informed me that my driver would meet me in baggage and would bring me to the hotel. As I came down the escalator a man in a black coat with a hat held a sign with my name written on it “Miss Keylee Sanders,” my name was even spelled right! I know my name is tough, but I feel it is so careless when someone spells it wrong, especially when it is in relation to someone you are dating! We gathered my bag and were on our way. I had not been to Miami in years, but one thing I remembered was that the airport is fairly close to the hotels. I suddenly realized that I needed to make myself presentable, and fast. I pulled down the mirror in the back seat and quickly applied a bit of concealer, brushed my hair, slapped on some lip gloss and called it good. He had asked me to meet him in the bar and since my buzz from the plane was wearing off I was ready for a cocktail. He had a martini waiting for me, and as we sat at the bar, the bellman took my luggage upstairs to my room. I was happy I had decided to come on the trip, and I was happy to see him.

As I sipped my drink, I kept thinking how cute Sam looked in his vintage rocker t-shirt and jeans. Soon he asked me, “so do you want to know the real surprise?” “Real surprise, what are you talking about?” I said. “This is only the fist part of the surprise,” he replied with a sly grin. “Yes! Tell me!” I screamed. Everyone turned and looked at us, and I apologized for my excitement. Sam looked at me and said, “let’s go to dinner, and I will tell you there.”

We headed to our rooms first because I wanted to change out of my airplane clothes. I told Sam that I didn’t have my key, and he said he had taken care of it. As we walk down the hall, he opened the door into a beautiful two bedroom suite. I was very impressed that he had got two rooms, very respectful.

We went to the Delano, a Miami classic, for a light late dinner and drinks.  I couldn’t take it any longer and begged Sam to tell me the rest of the plan. “Ok, I will tell you,” he said. “But first I want to say that if you do not like the plan you can change any of it!”

The “real” surprise;

“Tomorrow morning you have a salon appointment. Then we are going to Bal Harbor Shopping Center to pick up anything you might need for the weekend. We then depart on a 6pm flight to a killer resort on a private island in Turks and Caicos!!!!!” Sam threw his hands in the air as he told me with a huge smile on his face. My jaw hit the floor. “Are you fucking kidding me?” That was the only thing I could think to say. He laughed and said, “I am dead serious! Is this the craziest thing you have ever done?” “If by crazy you mean the best date ever… then yes!” I answered.  I have to admit, I was stunned but ridiculously excited.

We finished dinner, some very expensive tequila and decided to head back to the hotel; I had a very big day coming up and needed my beauty rest. Between the flight, anxiousness and the surprises I was exhausted.

I retired to my room, changed into my pajamas and went into the living room to say good night. As I stood there, I suddenly wanted to kiss him.  Sam leaned in and kissed me on the lips, this was the first time we had ever kissed on the lips, we had known each other for a long time but never like this. As he slowly kissed me good night, my toes started to tingle. I smiled slightly and went into my room; I shut and locked the door. Maybe I didn’t trust him, maybe I didn’t trust myself.

Single & Stylish,

xx Keylee

Flying can be a horrendous experience and when you need to exit the plane looking your best it can get very tricky.  Here are some of my favorite things and tricks to make your exit as flawless as you are!

 

*All of the events I have written about in the above and previous posts are about me, my life, my experiences and from my point of view.

© Keylee Sanders, Style Studio LLC and KeyleeStyle.com, 2014. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Keylee Sanders, Style Studio LLC and KeyleeStyle.com with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

He Was With Me, Thinking Of Her.

I woke up the next morning feeling great; I jumped out of bed and got ready for work. Though our office was very small, it was rare when I didn’t get ‘dressed’ for work. I put on a dress, pair of heels, my face and headed out the door. We were at the start of our busy season, and I knew the long days, and nights were just around the corner.

When I got to work I had an email from United airlines reminding me about my flight to Portugal that I had put on hold. Andrew had still not confirmed with me if those dates worked so I would need to follow up with him again, which was not something I wanted to do. Red Flag warning!

I put together a sweet yet direct email:

“Hi, I hope you are having a great day. I got a reminder from United about my ticket that is on hold. Any update on your end if those dates work? Can’t wait to see you again! Xoxo, Keylee”

An hour later I had no response. Two hours later I had no response. Three house later I had no response. I had my one cigarette for the day and after lunch still had no response. I decided to shoot him a text, maybe the internet ate my email and it never made it all the way to Portugal…. That totally happens all the time, right?

“How is your day? Did you get my email?”

No response. Finally, about an hour after I sent the text message I got a response; “Sorry it has been a crazy day, let’s talk about your ticket tomorrow.” Well, it wasn’t exactly the warm fuzzy response that I was looking for but at least I knew that by tomorrow, I would have a plan. I started to get a bit excited at the thought of seeing Andrew again and couldn’t wait to visit Portugal in the fall.

The next day I was so swamped with production plans, program books, planning our orientations and coordinating my next New York trip that I wasn’t even thinking about boys; it was so refreshing! Of course, once I discovered that I wasn’t thinking about boys, then all I thought about was boys. As I sat at my desk eating lunch, most likely catching up with everyone on Facebook, my phone rang. “Hey Sam,” I answered. He made small talk for a moment and then he finally asked. “So, I was thinking, we should have dinner next week.” “You were? Is this your way of asking me out on a date?” I teased him. “Yes, I am asking you on a date to have dinner with me,” he said. “How about next Thursday are you available?” Of course, I was available, I rarely made plans more than 5 minutes in advance. “Sure, I think that will work,” I answered. “Great, I will be traveling for work, is that okay?” He said. Huh? “Why would you ask me to have dinner with you if you are not in town and you are traveling?” I said getting slightly defensive, was this a joke to him?

“I was thinking,” he continued “you could fly and meet me, and we could have dinner there.” “Where is there?” I asked. He continued talking without even acknowledging my question. “Well, if you could clear your schedule for the whole weekend we could just stay and have some fun.” “WHERE?” I asked again. “Don’t worry about where, text me your birthday and full name and I will take care of it all. I need to run into a meeting I will call you later! Glad you said yes!” He said as he hung up the phone.

I was so utterly confused and excited at the same time. It was so mysterious, surely he was going to give me more details when he called back. He couldn’t expect me to go on a trip and have no idea where I was going. Either way it would be an adventure so I was game! Suddenly my stomach sank, Andrew. Agreeing to have dinner with an old friend was one thing but agreeing to go to a mysterious location with a guy for a whole weekend was something entirely different. I decided to wait a bit; I didn’t need to tell him anything right away, who knew if this trip would even happen. Andrew called me later that day and left me a message saying that we needed to talk. When I heard his message, I knew what he wanted to talk about and from the tone of his voice I knew what his heart was saying. We were done.

I called Andrew back, and I was right. He finally admitted what I had known for weeks; he didn’t want me to come visit. Well, according to him he did want me to come but he just wasn’t really ready for it. Whatever. He needed some time alone and some space. Space? That was the word he was going to use, really? I lived over 5000 miles away, how much fucking space did he need? I was hurt, shocked, and pissed off. Our awkward conversation was basically over and just growing more awkward by the second and I just needed to get off the phone! So I did, he followed up with a text saying that he felt bad about the way our call ended and later that day I followed up with an email. Email was how we had met, and it was still one of our best ways of communication.

Email to Andrew, September 2012

“I agree our call today did not go great and not at all the way I thought it would. I was honest when I said I am disappointed but more than that I think it was just hard to hear that you don’t want me to come visit- it defiantly hurts. I am sad. I thought we were more on the same page and both wanted to explore what we have further- this obviously can not happen if we have a relationship built on text and a weekly skype call. I know you are busy and stressed and need time to yourself, but I think you and I operate in very different ways. I am not really in any position to take time off working and charge another plane ticket but I wanted nothing more than just that if it meant I got to spend time with you and I already had worked it all out to make it happen. I guess I am just a hopeless romantic and after what I have been through I would do anything for love, which even as I type it sounds like a silly 16 year old. You are correct that I have a lot going on in my personal life and it doesn’t look like it is going to be over any time soon but that is life, there will always be something going on that is not ideal. I refuse to let my past take up one more second of my future and it in no way has anything to do with how I feel about you or how I will lead my life. I am not sure if you are even aware of it but I felt you begin to pull away when I was in Portugal and had no idea what to do about it. I have said from the beginning that I would never make you a promise I couldn’t keep but what I also can not do is set myself up for disappointment and hurt, I truly do not think my heart could take it right now and I feel you not wanting me to come visit is a pretty clear message weather you realize it or not. One thing I have learned in life and through all the relationships I have had is that you should never ignore the signs, no matter how much it hurts. You said in your text tonight that you feel you have taken something away from me, the only thing you have taken away was my excitement about the trip and spending more time with you exploring our intense connection but you were just being honest. I will be fine, I always am. It is really pathetic to say but I have learned to expect disappointment in these situations, something I am trying to change. kss”

The day of my mysterious dinner date with Sam was growing closer, and I still had no idea where I was going. Sam loved surprises, and he was keeping his mouth shut on this one. My instructions from him were this; A driver will pick you up on Wednesday at noon and take you to LAX, pack only a few things for warm weather, whatever you don’t have we can buy!

Was he for real? I was immediately panicked, as a stylist, packing for an unknown destination made me sweat! So of course I packed something for every situation I could think of and trieded my best to make it all fit! That morning I got an email back from Andrew. We had exchanged several, but this was when the truth finally came out.

“…There’s something we haven’t discussed since you were here, and that I need to talk about. Its been wearing on me to the point that I just don’t think its fair of me to keep it in any longer. When you were here I told you how I was sometimes looking for you and right when I was about to call out your name, that the name of my ex would come to mind instead. Over the last few weeks, its become clear to me that I am still very hurt by her and I having split, and ultimately, that I have unresolved feelings for her. Its not fair.”

This hit home for me, I couldn’t believe he almost called me another woman’s name! I literally had no time to think about it my car was picking me up in a half an hour, and I still hadn’t shut my suitcase. The good news is I now felt zero guilt about going on the trip with Sam! I finally closed my suitcase and was ready to go when my phone rang. I assumed it was Sam making sure I will still coming, I was half right. “Don’t forget to grab your passport,” he said. “Seriously? Are you kidding me?” I asked. “Maybe I am but wouldn’t you hate to need it and not have it?” He answered back. I could hear him smiling through the phone as we hung up- he loved the suspense. I grabbed my passport and walked outside, and the driver was standing outside the town car, he opened the door and took my bag. As we pulled away, I asked the driver “do you know where we are going?” “LAX, that is all I know,” he said.

Single & Stylish,

xx Keylee

Packing can be a little stressful, especially when you do not know your destination! I have developed a few key items that I take just about everywhere. Check them out, they will work for you too!

What are your must have items for travel???

 

*All of the events I have written about in the above and previous posts are about me, my life, my experiences and from my point of view.

© Keylee Sanders, Style Studio LLC and KeyleeStyle.com, 2014. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Keylee Sanders, Style Studio LLC and KeyleeStyle.com with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

 

 

The Art Of The D Selfie.

Almost everyone woman I know between the ages of 25- 45 has been sent a dick pic at some point in her life, since the invention of the camera phone.  Sometimes women ask for these pictures (sexting) and other times we think we are going to open a photo of a funny quote or cute kitten and all of sudden – WHAM, it’s a penis.  If this is a subject you have discussed over cocktails with your lady friends (or male gay friends), like I have, then you know that just like their subjects these dick selfies can come in all shapes and sizes.  You can actually learn quite a lot about the man attached to the member in the photo. Grooming habits, if they get manicures, how clean is their room, do they have nice sheets, how important is privacy to them, etc., etc.

Comedian Janet Silverman is one of the rare ladies who has never had to joy of receiving one of these elusive photos, until now.  Watching her view a slide show of 89 dick pics is one of the funniest and most relatable things I have seen in a long time.

Enjoy and share with your friends!

Single & Stylish,

xx Keylee

Unexpected Evenings.

I was in a state of mind that can only be described as utter confusion with a side of absolute fury. As the gavel went down, my mind was swarming with questions. The first one was for my lawyer, and it was, “WHAT THE FUCK is the pant-suit lady talking about? How did she only get my records YESTERDAY???”  He stammered and stuttered trying to explain to me that his office had made a clerical error and the documents, all of my financial documents, had been sent to her old office not the new address. Come to find out that she had her old address on her letter head- total trickery in my opinion but, I was still furious.  Because of some stupid clerical error my divorce hearing was three minutes long and now would be pushed three months. So much for the delusional thoughts of moving on with my life quickly, that dream was dead. I saw my husband duck out as soon as his lawyer would let him, so we had no more contact that day and I was relieved. Did he know this was going to happen? Did he have something to do with it?

My sister, an attorney, herself and I cornered my lawyer and asked, “what the hell just happened!” He was apologizing profusely and then tried to spin it by saying it could be a good thing, “it gives us more time to dig into his past and his financials.” Seeing that his spin was not working on me he finished by saying, “of course I am not going to bill you for the extra time.” “I would think not,” I said and turned to leave the courthouse. My crew said nothing in the elevator, nothing as we exited the courthouse and got into the car. Once we were in the car and pulled out the parking garage I finally broke the ice, “what the fuck just happened?” Everyone took a sigh of relief and then we broke into hysterical laughter.

I had hoped that after the court hearing I would be able to call Andrew and deliver news that we could both be very excited about, now I didn’t even want to call. He had been so distant that I assumed he reaction would be less than supportive and his tone would have a flare of “I told you so, you should have done this, or that” so I decided to skip it and have lunch and cocktails with Daydree at my favorite spot in Beverly Hills; La Scala. After a glass of prosecco and a chopped salad I was feeling a bit better, the La Scala chopped salad makes everything better.

Later that evening I got a text from Andrew asking me how court went. I answered back with a short and simple answer, let’s just say it didn’t go well. What happened?  He asked. NOTHING, nothing happened! That is the problem. Everything is on hold until December, I typed back. I am sorry it didn’t turn out the way you wanted, he text. I didn’t respond.

The next day I drove Daydree to the airport, and when she got out of the car, I cried the whole way home. I cranked up my Adele play list, mixed with a little Kelly Clarkson, and just let it all out! I knew that eventually I would get my divorce and I would no longer feel this way, but I was disappointed because I had thought it was going to be done after the first day in court.  I now realize how naive that sounds.  From the airport I drove straight to the office; I needed to distract myself with work and we were only weeks away from our first orientation, there was a LOT to get done!

When I got to work I was focused and being productive which made me feel good. I went outside for my one cigarette a day break and my phone rang.  I answered without looking at the caller ID, “This is Keylee.”  “Keylee! It’s Sam!”  Sam was a director I had worked on and off for ten years, I hadn’t talked to him in a while. He was working on set with a makeup artist friend of mine, and she had mentioned that I was living in LA again. He was calling to chat and set up dinner so we could catch up. Sam and I had always been friends; he was creative, fun, smart and successful. I agreed to have dinner with him later that week, and I was actually looking forward to it.

Andrew and I had discussed me coming back to Portugal for a visit in October, so I had started looking at plane tickets. I found a great deal on a ticket for a week in the middle of October, so I quickly sent him an email to see if the dates worked for him. Andrew was not offering to pay for my plane ticket so I was trying to find one that I could afford and the options were limited. Yes, I now realize this should have been a giant red blinking sign – he kept saying how he wanted me to visit but, his actions were showing me something VERY different.

I have to admit that even thinking about seeing him again gave me a flutter of excitement. His response to my email was less than excited, clearly we felt differently. He had a new project that he was starting and wasn’t sure when his team would be arriving, so he wasn’t sure if that week would work, blah blah blah. I knew in my gut that I would most likely not be going to Portugal ever again. I was so pissed that he didn’t have the balls to be honest with me and was making up bullshit excuses. I decided that until he was honest with me I was not going to drop the issue. Two days later I put the plane ticket on hold and sent him a confirmation email to let him know.

It was that same day that I was sitting in my office when I realized I was late meeting Sam for dinner. I took a quick look in the mirror; slapped on some lipstick, grabbed my leather jacket and ran out the door. When I walked in he was sitting at an outside table with a martini, he stood to give me a hug as I walked up, I was very happy to see him!  Before he could even ask what I wanted to drink I grabbed his glass and took a swig.  He promptly ordered me a martini and said, “how are you? What’s new?” I took another drink of his martini and said “how much time do you have?” As we started to talk and catch up it turns out we had more in common than I thought, we were both going through a divorce and were both frustrated. Sam had known me since I was married to my first husband, and I remember him asking me why I was marrying the second one, a question that swirled in my mind often at this point.

We ordered dinner and another round of drinks and kept talking, before I knew it we had moved onto the subject of dating in LA. He had been dating about the same amount of time as I had and the “war” stories were making us laugh until my stomach muscles hurt, it was nice to have someone sympathize with me on how awful dating in LA was. We ordered another round of drinks and Sam asked “ok, enough about the bad dates what is the best-first date you have been on?” “That is an easy one” I said and told him the story of the night I went to the CFDA awards. Sam, being the slightly arrogant man that he was, took a drink and scoffed, “New York? New York? Any guy can pull off a trip to New York! That’s not impressive.” “What? It was an amazing date, what are you talking about?” I defended my story. “I could do so much better than that!” He said. “Oh really? Could you?” I teased him, laying down a challenge without intending to. As I was laughing he said something that seriously caught me off guard, “go on a date with me, and I will prove it.” I finished my martini and answered back, “Are you asking me out?” “If I did ask you out would you say yes?” He said with a smile. “I don’t know, you would have to actually ask me to find out.” I smiled back. We went back and forth with this tit-for-tat until I finally stood up and said, “if you want to know the answer you will have to find the balls to ask me out!  Thank you for a lovely evening.” I kissed him on the cheek, turned on my heels and left to get a cab. I noticed I was smiling when I got into the cab. The night ended in a way I never expected. I went home that night and slept like a baby, for the first time in a long time.

Single & Stylish,

xx Keylee

When you are dating, or have any type of social life, it is important that you can take you look from day to night with ease. Over the years I have given clients, and various publications, countless tips on how to make this happen. Here are a few of my favorite pieces that make it an effortless transition!

 

*All of the events I have written about in the above and previous posts are about me, my life, my experiences and from my point of view.

© Keylee Sanders, Style Studio LLC and KeyleeStyle.com, 2014. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Keylee Sanders, Style Studio LLC and KeyleeStyle.com with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.