After my breast biopsies, I returned home to rest. Mr. Exec called me when he was out of his meetings to check on me.
Mr. Exec: Do you need anything?
Me: I’m okay for now. Mind coming over when you’re done with work?
Mr. Exec: Not at all. I’ll be there in a few hours.
Later that day, when Mr. Exec arrived at my place, he did something that he hadn’t done since we first dated:
He took care of me!
I was surprised and touched. We ordered some food and relaxed on the couch in front of the television. After all the volatility of the past month, it felt like Mr. Exec and I were in a calm place. We didn’t talk about the past or the future. He wasn’t drunk, narcissistic or belligerent. It was easy and fun to be around him. I was reminded of our early dates and why I had been attracted to him in the first place.
My phone vibrated with a few blog comments to a recent post that I had written, and we got on the topic of my blog.
Mr. Exec: Are you making money off of the blog yet?
Me: A little. One of the companies whose rep I met at the conference asked me to do some freelance articles for them. And, another company has started giving me toys to review every week and offered to help get me into workshops and radio.
Mr. Exec: We should brainstorm one evening about ideas to see how you can really make some money off of this. I’m sure that there are ways I can help you.
Me: Sure. That sounds good.
I was thankful that I was sitting next to Mr. Exec, rather across from him, so he couldn’t see my knowing smile. Philly Matt and I had called it that once Mr. Exec realized that I had started blogging about him, he would finally take the time to actually sit down and read my posts.
I didn’t need to ask Mr. Exec whether he enjoyed my blog. His offer of assistance was all the answer I needed! I knew Mr. Exec well enough to know that his idea of help would involve a 10% cut of any deal, but I found that more amusing than insulting. I was intrigued about what he would say when we had our brainstorming session, but didn’t want to discuss business then.
After Mr. Exec and I finished watching a movie, we went into the bedroom. I was in some pain and had to keep my bra on with ice packs over the areas that were biopsied. But, I still wanted to have sex with Mr. Exec.
Mr. Exec and I had to be a bit creative when we had sex since I needed to stay on my back or right side, but we made it work. And, it worked a lot that evening.
What had started out as a very rough day turned into a great night! Sometimes, life is funny like that. *smile*