Summer Romance.

One day I was moping around the office Jack had asked me what was wrong. It was more like; “Ok what is with the resting bitch face, I am over it, and you are going to get new wrinkles. Are you going to tell me what is wrong?” “I want a guy who is fun and playful… a good old-fashioned summer romance!” I answered. Ask and you shall receive. Nate was exactly that. After our night of naked yoga I had no expectations of him ever calling again, this behavior totally conditioned by other men I ‘dated.’ To my surprise, he did call. He was attentive, sexy, romantic, fun and adorable- I suddenly found myself having a lot of fun.

After another amazing date we ended up back at Nate’s place again, after a gentle kiss he sat me on the kitchen counter and fixed us cocktails. We laughed and made some small talk about how great dinner was and as I was talking about the amazing oysters he gently brushed my thigh with his hand. Slowly he skimmed my rib cage, kissed my shoulder and ran his fingers up arm around my neck and into the back of my hair. His eyes were looking at my body and as he lifted his head and gently pulled my head towards his, so our lips met in the middle. His lips felt wonderful, warm and wet. He would gently bite on my bottom lip in between deep kisses- It was practically the only opportunity we had to breathe in air. Our hands we everywhere and I wanted so badly to take it to the next level. After who knows how long of making out I pulled back and looked at him in the eyes… I felt like I was drunk but had only had ½ a cocktail. Clearly I was drunk on him. I thanked him for an amazing night and said my goodbye. He begged me to stay the night or just to stay a litter longer. I was insanely tempted but made myself leave. Part of the fun of a summer romance is making it last more than a week, and I determined to make that happen. Plus there is only one other step past naked yoga, and I wasn’t going to let that happen so soon.

I woke up the next morning to text that read; “That was the best make out session since high school. Have an amazing day.” Since I wasn’t sure of his age, I laughed and thought to myself, well that might not have been that long ago. Then my thought was… “who cares” and I ate his compliment up with a spoon.

Fourth of July was around the corner and Nate, and I would both be traveling. I would go home to be with my family at our lake house, as I had every year for as long as I could remember, and he would be traveling to a whole slew of places. Going home to the lake was always bittersweet for me. I love seeing my family and spending summer days on the water, but I also felt like it was a reminder of what I didn’t have. We have a large group of friends there and keep very busy, but it is hard for me. I am the only one who is single. I am the only one who doesn’t have children. I am the only outsider really and sometimes it sucks. I tried to look at the positive side of things; I get to spend time with my family, it was always non-stop laughter, my dad would make his famous baby back ribs, and the cocktails flowed like water. This year I could tell everyone about my summer romance with a hot guy from down under instead of my usual answer, “No, I am not seeing anyone.” Ugh, that answer always triggered a look on the other persons face that was so depressing.

Though I talked about Nate on the trip, I heard from him much less than usual. I understood, he was busy and traveling, plus he knew I was with my family. I was actually surprised at how little it bothered me. Knowing that this relationship was most likely never going anywhere past a summer romance was a pathetic comfort to me. I knew that if that were my state of mind then I would be able to have fun and not get hurt in the end. It was sad but true. Then I convinced myself that he was telling everyone he was with about how much fun he was having with me!

When I returned to LA after the holiday, I was focused on one thing, my new apartment. After I had to move Style Studio into my little apartment, it was busting at the seems. Jack was over sitting among boxes and racks of clothes in my living room. I decided to bit the financial bullet and rent a bigger place.

I had found my dream apartment; it was the place light was invented! The eleventh floor of a full-service building, one plus bedroom, brand new kitchen, glorious views, garage valet parking, large deck, walls of windows, one and half baths and a steam shower! I had died and gone to apartment heaven. I was finally going to be able to get my belongings out of storage and get somewhat of my old life back.

Jack was in charge of the move, which he hated and of course I loved! Coordinating the movers, the storage unit, the packing of my current place and the elevator reservation in the new building, which came with a long list of rules for moving in.

To make life a little more fun, I decided to throw myself a birthday/ housewarming party two weeks after moving in. The party was my way of making sure that I moved in and got completely settled as quickly as possible. What I didn’t realize it that it would almost kill Jack and Me.

Single & Stylish,
xxx Keylee

Anyone that knows me knows that I am a lover of dresses! Nothing makes you feel more romantic than to have a closet full of dresses that can be worn on hot summer nights out with a hot date!

 

*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, 2015. 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 Child.

I am not a girl who has ever dated boys; that is what I call men younger than me either emotionally or in actual years. So pretty much everyone. I never even entertained the idea of younger men, that was until Nate. In high school, I dated at least two grades above mine and now it has been as much as a decade and a half at times. Nate was the first guy who ever sparked even a consideration in my mind.

We met at a wine dinner. I arrived at the wine dinner wearing my favorite Beetlejuice jeans (they are wide black and white stripes) and black silk tank top paired with silver pumps that I was obsessed with at the time. I took a friend with me, older gay gentleman, a girl can never risk taking an actual date to this type of event. Friends from Napa were hosting the event, and I was excited to see them. When I arrived at dinner, I heard him before I actually saw him; the accent. In reality I think almost all accents are sexy, except Scottish- then I just feel like I am being spit on. He was an Aussie, and when I turned around, I quickly discovered his face was sexier than his voice. Actually that isn’t true, he was pretty, a younger version of handsome but the combination of the face, accent, and attitude- he was nothing but sexy. My sly girlfriend Mikenna had done the seating, and she sat us across from each other so we could chat. At the end of the night, he slid his receipt across the table. I was slightly confused until I turned it over and discovered his phone number. Right then and there I should have guessed he was a baby, no real man would give me his number, they would ask for mine- but I liked his style.

I tucked his number into my pocket and started plotting how I would contact him. Clearly I wasn’t a gal who is afraid to make the first move, and it made me feel in control… which of course I like. I text him the next day saying it was nice to meet him and picking a point of our conversation from the night before to mention.

“I look forward to an adventure with you in the near future.”

While we were at dinner the group around us started talking about dating in LA, basically how awful it is. He made a point to say that he was done planning dates and only planned adventures. That statement confirmed what I already knew; he wasn’t a dinner and movie typical type of guy. He quickly wrote back that he also looked forward to our first adventure. We then discovered that our schedules would prevent this from happening for at least a few weeks. It was worth the wait.

I had played everything super cool but when it came to the night we were supposed to meet up, I was a nervous wreck. Jack was at my place helping me get dressed, of course. I decided on a flat shoe, so not to appear as one of those girls. We, Jack and I, decided on my J.Crew navy and white summer linen dress that was the perfect length of short and the perfect amount of cleavage. We paired those with my gold Stuart Weitzman gladiator sandals and a classic denim jacket. I was pleased with the look, I couldn’t remember the last time I went on a date without wearing heels.

I had no idea what the date would be, but I never thought it would be as much as it was. We started on the rooftop of building to watch the sunset and drink a bottle of wine he had brought. We continued on to sushi, bowling at a party where his friends were and then back to his place. It might be the best first date I have ever been on. When we got back to his place, we decided to turn on some music, pour a drink, and do a few yoga poses. Nate was the kind of guy that American men, at least where I grew up, are embarrassed to be. Yoga, gourmet food, un-matching colorful socks, loafers, talks about his feelings and wear a speedo when he swims. Above all, he was sexy, the type of sexy that made me feel sexy. As our yoga session began, I found it much more difficult to keep my balance after our night of continuous cocktails. It was about this time I convinced myself it had nothing to do with my intoxicated levels but everything to do with my restricting dress. Lucky for me Nate had an easy solution… I should just take it off. Being the gentleman that he was, he decided to take his pants off as well. That way it wouldn’t be awkward for me. Great Idea!

After our naked yoga and a good make-out session, I had enough wits about me to go home. I called an Uber and headed back to my place. I really liked him, and I knew if that was the case then I needed to slow myself down a step- I guess you can teach an old dog new tricks!

Nate and I would continue to play tag. He would call me, and I wouldn’t be available. I would text him, and he would be working. Finally, we found a night to have date number two. This time it would be dinner with his roommate at a new organic café that had just opened. I loved that he even knew about a place like that- this is what I needed in a guy. I noticed that his friend was young… like really young. This made me again question how old Nate was. When he mentioned that his roommate had just graduated law school an alarm in my head went off. What does that make him, 23, 24, 25 maybe, I thought to myself. Nate could be a few years older, SHIT he is under 30 for sure! My next thought was, Keylee… what the fuck are you doing?

Single & Stylish,

xx Keylee

 

*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, 2015. 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.

A Different Definition Of Marriage.

The next morning I woke up with a text from Tony, “I had a great time last night, I almost pulled you over on Melrose to give you a proper kiss goodnight.”

Wtf, I thought. YOU ARE MARRIED! I know he said they were not “married” in the traditional sense of the word but come on. Ugh, I knew better than this…but damn he was sexy. I typed back “That would have been interesting, have a great day!” I thought my response was a bit flirty but not too overt.

Luckily I had therapy the next day. I shamefully told Sabrina about Tony. To my surprise, she did not tell me that I should be given a scarlet letter to wear across my chest. She explained to me that everyone has a different definition of marriage, and it was not up to me to judge what his marriage was or was not. If I enjoyed spending my time with him, then that was my decision. I told her I was impressed with the fact he even told me that a wife existed! Sabrina’s bottom was this; I needed to be fully aware that this would never go anywhere and as long as I kept my boundaries up I could enjoy the ‘entertainment’ of knowing a nice, interesting, charming man. I would have used the words; hot, sexy, confident and successful man but this wasn’t a moment to split hairs. I thought about her advice a lot. I also could not ignore the fact that I was fresh out of a marriage with a man who cheated one me. I decided I had to speak to him about it.

By midweek Tony text to ask me out on Friday night, I already had dinner plans with a few friends but told him I would meet him after for a drink. As my car pulled up to valet, my stomach was full of butterflies. I kept telling myself not to get too involved or excited, this could not go anywhere. Looking back I know that part of the reason I was so excited about Tony was precisely that this could not go anywhere. I could have fun with a great guy and not worry about where it was going or commitment. I knew the outcome of this relationship.

I walked into the bar and found Tony in deep conversation with the bartender. Turns out she had worked at one of his restaurants years ago. We cracked a bottle of his wine, talked, laughed; he introduced me to people and before we knew it over an hour had passed. As we walked to the next bar I would catch him looking at me, I never let on that I noticed but damn it was nice to be looked at that way. Married or not, this was the best non-date / date that I had had in a very long time!

As we walked he suggested we go to this little bar in the lobby of a hotel, it just happens to be a favorite spot of mine and it just happened to be in his hotel. After a drink, he stood up and said, “Oh shit I forgot, I had a bottle of my favorite wine sent to me, and it arrived today. Let’s drink that!”

“Sounds great,” I said, “by all means let’s drink it!”

“Perfect it is in my room, let’s go grab it and we can come back to the bar.” He said. Ah, there was the catch, it was almost cute that he thought I didn’t know what was going on. I certainly wasn’t going to sit in the bar alone, so I agreed to walk the long winding path to his room to fetch the bottle of wine.

Since he stayed in town for months at a time, he had a great big suite that looked like it was lived in. I have always secretly wanted to live in a hotel, so it was a bit like peeking into my fantasy. The wine was fantastic, but the kiss he gave me was even better. I don’t even remember if we finished the wine or not but I do remember waking up in his room and being very proud of myself for not sleeping with him! Well I guess technically I slept with him but I didn’t ‘sleep’ with him.

After a brief make-out session, he had to leave for work, and I wanted to escape before the sun was up too high. As we walked out to our cars, he said hello to every single person working at the hotel. This was defiantly not the first time the staff had seen him leave at 6 am with a woman. We said our goodbyes, and before I got in my car, he pulled me into him and whispered in my ear, “I can’t wait to f*ck you.” Kissed me on the cheek and jumped into his car. I got into my car and thought to myself; damn you are in trouble.

The rest of the weekend, I couldn’t get him out of my head. We exchanged a few flirty text, and he asked if he could see me Monday night. I hadn’t told anyone about him. I didn’t have the nerve; I wasn’t proud of what I was doing. The next time we were at dinner we ended back up at his hotel again, he opened another fantastic bottle of wine, and we sat on the balcony of his suite and just started talking. It was one of those conversations where you talk about everything that pops into your head and the next day you can’t even remember what you said. I finally brought up the subject I wasn’t supposed to bring up, his wife.

“So talk to me about your wife,” I said with a slight smile. He sort of laughed and said, “sure, what do you want to know?” Of course, my head was spinning with a thousand questions; Does she know you date other people? Do people here know you are married? What do your kids think? How long has this been going on? Do you think you will divorce her? Does the public know? But instead of making it an interrogation I said, “why don’t you tell me what you want and then I can ask questions.”

He began talking about how they got together quickly and she was a huge part of his business and that they were in love with other once but that had faded for both of them over the years. He loved his kids more than anything, but he also wanted to live his life. She never traveled with him and rarely would visit, usually only when he was traveling abroad, and she would bring the children. Then the real kicker came out; “and yes, she knows I date. I had a year and half long relationship that ended about six months ago and my wife was aware.” My mouth almost hit the floor. It also seemed that a green light started flashing in the background. I tried not to react too much to anything he was saying other than to ask if his life made him happy. When he said that it did I told him, that was all that mattered. I excused myself to the ladies room and splashed some water on my face.

When I walked out of the bathroom Tony was in the middle of the room, lights were dim, our wine had been moved inside and music was on. Damn he was quick, I thought to myself. When I asked him what he was doing, he just smiled and walked toward me. Before I could follow up my question, he had wrapped his arms around me and was deeply kissing me. The kind of kiss that makes you forget your own name.

Single & Stylish,

xx Keylee

Sabrina told me I didn’t need a scarlet letter, but red was still my favorite color! Here are some of my favorite red pieces for summer!

 

*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, 2015. 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.

Ding Dong The Dickheads Dead!

It is a very surreal feeling to one day open your mail and get a notice from the state that your marriage is officially over. It is a true mix of emotions; happy, sad, elation, failure, success, motivation, excitement and so on. On March 18, 2013 I experienced that feeling (for the second time). I opened the papers telling me that as of March 14, 2013 I was officially and legally divorced – hallelujah! I also discovered that my x had not paid me the correct amount of settlement he owed me on top of that I still did not have my belongings back. I wanted my custom-made Chanel flats back, and I wanted them NOW!

I quickly sent out a group text to my close friends, letting them know the joyful news!

“Congrats!” “Can’t wait to celebrate!” “About fucking time!” were just a few of the cheerful responses I got. My favorite though was “Ding Dong the Dickheads Dead!” LOL, it still makes me giggle when I say it in my head, singing it like the Wizard of Oz original!

In light of this financial discovery, I called my lawyer and asked him what I should do. I made the phone call as quickly as possible; I had been very happy not paying him for the last few months, but I needed a word of advice. He suggested I try to resolve the matter directly with my x, via email, and if that didn’t work he would be happy to draft a letter and alert the court.

So I did just that. I constructed a very civil email stating that I needed my items back as soon as possible and that according to our final papers I was due additional money. He didn’t owe me that much money, but my settlement was such joke anyway, and I wanted to make sure I got all of it! He replied the next day letting me know that he was very busy. He was getting quotes from movers and would let me know shortly but he was sure to tell me that he was traveling a lot for work so it might take a while. Of course, sure I thought, it had only been 14 months, and I can totally see how he would need some more time to return things that didn’t belong to him! What a jerk I thought to myself but decided not to be a bitch about it. You get more bees with honey, right? I simply wrote him back to say that I understand he is busy, but I need the money, which he didn’t address at all in his reply, and my belongings back as soon as possible.

He sent me an email a few days later, telling me how tight money was for him right now. He also didn’t like the quotes he and been given by movers, so he was looking for a few more. I replied with a short and curt email stating that I would hate to have to get our lawyers involved. He quickly shot back an email expressing his hatred for my lawyer and his inability to bay any additional billable hours to his legal team.

The next day I was flying to Scottsdale to spend time with my family and our close friends. It was spring break for my nieces, and I couldn’t wait to see them. I was filling my family in on the great news about my divorce and mentioned that he still owned me money and my things. I followed up by telling them that I was looking at the bright side and focusing on how happy I was now that I was officially divorced. I also said that I was handling it myself, so I didn’t have to pay my lawyer again. Suddenly I noticed that my father was turning a shade of red I had never seen. When I asked what was wrong, he said this, “I am sick and tired of this shit and you being jerked around by him. Look, he returns your belongings and pays you your money right now, or I am taking over. My lawyer will handle the case, and I will keep his ass in court just for fun if I have to. Tell him I said that!” Damn I love my dad!

I have to admit that my parents had been wonderful during my divorce and, at my request, had let me handle it. It was my mistake, and I needed to figure it out myself and up until now I had been doing a pretty good job. I had only seen that look in my dad’s eye a few times, and I knew he meant business. It told him how thankful I was for his support but asked that he let me speak to my x before his lawyer did anything. He agreed.

After dinner that night I decided to write him another email, I got the point right away. I also cc’d my father. The email was something like this;

Dear x.

Good news, I agree, I would hate to have our lawyers get involved as well and to be honest I don’t’ want to deal with my lawyer either. The bad news for you is that it wouldn’t be my lawyer, it will be my fathers. He has stayed away from our divorce, per my request, but that is not the case any longer. I either have my belonging delivered to LA, and your payments brought current by the end of the month or legal actions will be taken. My father will control and fund all legal expenses on my end from this time forward. It has taken a ridiculous amount of time for you to send my things, and I am done waiting. I am sorry it has come to this. Please let me know your arrangements as you as you make them.

Sincerely,
Keylee

Well, within three days I had a check bringing his payments current, and I had a scheduled date to receive my things from the movers he miraculously found. It was a miracle- LOL.

Standing on the sidewalk of a Public Storage is not my idea of a fun time. As the unmarked moving truck pulled up, and I met the men who had my life in their hands, I got a sick feeling in my stomach. As they began to unload my life that was packed in boxes and wheel it into a storage unit I started to feel light-headed. Jack told me to sit on the curb and take a rest, even more glamorous than standing on the sidewalk. As I watched, things being rolled off the back of the truck I could tell things were missing. My coffee table, an area rug, my couch, etc. but at that moment I didn’t even care- I just wanted it over. Once they had finished loading the unit, Jack asked if I wanted to look to make sure everything was there. I told him to lock the door, we were leaving, I didn’t even want to look at the stuff.

When I asked the head guy what I needed to sign to get out of there, he said, “I was the guy who picked up all of these things from your husband.”

“Ex- husband,” I quickly corrected him.

He went on to say, “you know I think he really misses you. The way he talks about you, you can tell he still loves you, you know. He said he wished you didn’t move out.”

Trying not scream in the nice mans face I simply signed my name and said, “well then you can tell him he shouldn’t have had a girlfriend the entire time we were together and married.”

I couldn’t even look him in the eye, I took my copy of whatever it was I had signed and walked to my car. How dare he tell me that my husband misses me?? What fucking business is it of his? He had a lot of nerve, and he better be glad I had taken an emotional kick in the gut that day and wasn’t up to my full strength.

Single & Stylish,
xx Keylee

 

*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.