I am on vacation with my family for the holidays and decide to make my last night at the resort a good one. A guy friend just happens to be at the same resort so we decide to hit the clubs. Keep in mind that I've been with my family for almost 2 weeks so I am not in the mental or physical state of hooking up. My goal is to drink and dance.
We get to the club and start dancing and drinking. I notice cute guys but I know they're not going to approach me with my guy friend around. Again, I'm not looking to hook up anyway. My friend and I hit the bar and while he's ordering drinks, I notice a guy trying to get the bartender's attention. I laugh at him a little and he starts talking to me. He's on the shorter side, small stature, but a big presence. I notice that he's a redhead and as I normally wouldn't go for redheads, something about him reminds me of my junior high crush who was also a redhead (if my friend B is reading this, you know who I'm talking about!). He has a really cute face with the best smile wrinkles I've ever seen. I am mysteriously attracted to him and enjoy his sense of humor and confidence. There's nothing better than a man who is confident in who he is. Oh, did I mention his southern accent?
After he establishes that there's nothing romantic between me and my guy friend, he leads me to the dance floor. Mystery man is from North Carolina and is my age. He's out here by himself after finding out about his unfaithful wife the day before Thanksgiving. They've been together for 8 years; 5 years married. I then find out that he has been nothing but faithful to her, put her through nursing school, gave her everything she wanted and needed: bought the house she requested, bought the boat she demanded. The man is broken. Mr. Broken. He tells me that he had fallen for her the minute he saw her and wanted to give her the world. The bitch then decided to fuck a mutual friend. Classy.
There's so much pain in Mr. Broken's eyes but there's also determination. He's out here to have fun and to start over. I tell him that he made 3 big mistakes: 1) getting married so young, 2) spoiling the shit out of his wife, and 3) believing in marriage in the first place. We toast and start making out. Broken and I then go back to his room and talk for a good hour...just about life, relationships, our stories. He's from a conservative southern upbringing, so my views shock him a little, but we still seem to be on the same page. I truly admire a man who can decide to close a chapter in his life and fully move on to the next. Mr. Broken is so ready for new adventures that it makes me feel like we're kids, thinking that the sky is the limit.
We end the night having sex before I have to catch my 6am flight back to NYC. It is all very intimate and he is a great lover. After I get dressed, he sneaks a picture of me and says, "I need proof that I met such a hot woman tonight." We exchange contact info and we are still texting back and forth as I write this.
Broken's divorce will be finalized in September 2010. Cheers to that!
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