Done deal...

My trip to Nawlins, that is. I have my plane & shuttle reservations, as well as reservations in a romantic boutique hotel. Our first encounter, many years ago, was in the lounge of the hotel Tommy was staying at during pre-season training camp, so this time around I am recreating that same magic—meeting in the dimly lit lounge of our hotel—5:30PM on the 15th...now only a mere 19 days away...& probably 15 more trips to the gym.

What will happen is anyone's guess, though I suspect we will have a few martinis to loosen up, fall into each other's arms, & head upstairs. Fuck & talk all night. Once we consumate our new liaison, get the sexual tension out of the way, we'll have a whole new comfort level. We have so much to catch up on, even though we've spent dozens of hours on the phone in the past 7-1/2 weeks. I pray he'll still love me like he used to...because if he asked me to marry him, I'd do so in less than a heartbeat. Last night we even discussed a golf trip to Vermont—he's never been there, & some of its courses are amongst the most thrilling & challenging I've ever played.

I'm beyond terrified—this is such a huge, expensive gamble—but one I must absolutely take.