He had all the time in the world for you, Beautiful.
He had to drive 600 miles to deliver a car. Pick up a car. Pick up a part. He could be gone a very long time. He would be back in no time at all.
If we agree on little else, all us exes agree on this. The moment he met us he made us feel as if time had stopped.
If we met at a party, he said you are the Most Beautiful Woman at this party. On this beach. On this campus. In this parish. I’ve ever met.
Some of us got: I’ve ever seen.
He sized us up with stunning accuracy. He knew how far he could go, then figured he could push us just the teeniest bit further. He figured right. We could all be pushed a teeny bit further and barely notice. And want more. And not look back. Not yet. Not yet.
He kissed us right away. Within five minutes of his girlfriend, our best friend, his second wife, his buddy, our landlord, introducing us.
He leaned in and whispered you are the Most Beautiful Woman. And when we were asked what did Tom say, or, l…