My Rock Has Rolled

I get a call from my ex-before-MOB, Rock. To put this in perspective, Rock is beautiful. Hot, built like a god, hung like a horse, a smile that should be in the movies. I swear the first night I saw him he smiled at me and you heard the panties of every woman around me dropping at a chance. He was amazing. And amazing in bed. But he was a mess in life. The best of intentions but just couldn’t get a break. He had moved to the opposite side of the country months earlier, vowing to get his shit in order. He called me today to tell me he has. “What color do you want the master bedroom?” And he’s serious. He’s building a four bedroom house, has secured a job, cashed in a trust fund and is actually stepping up to be a father to his children. I’m literally drooling all over my phone. Oh yes, except that he’s on the other side of the country and I have no intentions of relocating. But his voice is so sweet and so excited and sincere and hopeful…I can’t help but play along. I go with buttercup over lavender and we talk about how we’ll see each other soon when I come visit and see “our” house. He ends the conversation with “I love you.” I know he still means it, perhaps now more than ever. I don’t know why but I say it back. Suddenly, I’ve made him the happiest man on Earth.

Then I head to the computer to see if I can cast my magic love spell on any unsuspecting men in the cyber world.