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Brunch With Cindi

Cindi texted on Friday afternoon to let me know she was in Colorado staying with her old neighbors in a canyon west of Denver. I knew at some point this month she would be leaving the family ranch in Montana and driving back to New Mexico. I thought she would give me a heads-up a few days in advance but that’s how Cindi rolls sometimes. She invited me to dinner on Friday night but I had plans. Yesterday, she invited me to dinner but I had plans with WM. I met Cindi for brunch at restaurant near WM’s house. I found out last night that WM also knows Cindi.

WM was having brunch with a friend when we arrived. After introductions and greetings were made, Cindi and I sat down at our table and ordered food. It was good to see her. Cindi looked great. The emotional turmoil of dealing with a crime scene clean-up and restoration is behind her. She’s looking forward to getting back in the studio. She’s planning on staying at the family’s house on Canyon Road instead of returning to her friend’s ranch outside of Santa Fe. She’ll be in Santa Fe for two weeks before flying to Michigan for two weeks. Then she heads back to Montana for her brother’s memorial service. Cindi hopes to settle into a new permanent residence when she returns to Santa Fe in September.

WM and his friend stopped by our table as they were leaving. Cindi showed WM a few pictures of her new work. WM could use some decent art in his house as most of his walls are bare. WM found a few pieces he liked. Cindi proposed a commission which WM thought was a good idea. WM is going to meet with Cindi when he’s in Santa Fe in September to finalize the commission details. It’s a win/win for both.

After brunch, Cindi was headed to Sephora for mascara. Sadly, her favorite brand isn’t sold in a small town in Montana. She resorted to using a less desirable brand from the local drug store. I joked that she’s the most glamorous homeless woman in Santa Fe before bidding her adieu.

Entertaining For Now


I had dinner with WM last night at El Five, a tapas restaurant in the Highlands neighborhood. The restaurant has a commanding view of downtown, which we enjoyed while having a most delicious dinner. We shared a variety of tapas, one of which was a very tasty rabbit dish. At one point I almost chocked on my food when WB started a sentence with “When I was talking to Corey Gardner last week”. (Cory Gardner is a Republican senator who is up for re-election in November). WB talks with most of the local politicians on a regular basis for professional reason. Our conversation briefly detoured to politics. WB had no kind words for our gay Governor, Jared Polis. I steered the conversation to other topics. Overall it was a most enjoyable time. WB is easy to talk with and always seem to be up for an adventure. WB had three drinks with dinner so I drove his Tesla back to his house. I should say the Telsa and I drove back to WB’s house as WB wanted me to experience to self-driving mode. Giving total control to a car was bit scary. The car is another sweet drive and is unbelievably fast. The rest of the evening was spent watching Netflix and cuddling in his media room. WB threw me out around ten as he had been up very early to go hiking. WB may not be Mr. Right but he is entertaining.

Mike called just as I got home from the gym last night. He was in the neighborhood and wanted to grab a drink and catch up. I hadn’t seen Mike for many months. He has been on my mind lately so I agree to have drinks. I quickly changed clothes. A new G550 pulls into my driveway as I finished tying my shoes. Mike had traded his E class for G-wagen. Being in the car business, I’m sure he got a great deal on it.

I’ve known Mike for 30 years. Getting into his car is always the start of an adventure. Last night was no different.

On the way to the bar, we stop at carwash because Mike thinks the black G-wagen needs a wash. There’s no wait at the carwash so we’re back on the road in 10 minutes. The bar is down the street from the carwash. We’re greeted at the door. Our temperature is taken and we sign the attendance sheet. We’re escorted to a table in the corner of the patio. We remove our masks once seated. The bar is sparsely populated so it’s easy to socially distance.

Mike has always been more social than me. I start asking Mike about various friends we have in common who I have lost touch with. I find out Alex died of pancreatic cancer in January and Paul died of a heart attack while on a bike ride in March. The news of their deaths stuns me. I really have lost contact with most of the social group I was a part of before my ex and I split.

We decide to grab dinner after finishing our drinks. We discuss a few options before Mike tells me he has to feed his dog. We hop on the highway and head to Greenwood Village in the southern suburbs. Traffic is light so it only takes 15 minutes to get to his house. Once the dog is fed, we decide to have salad and cook Kobe burgers on the grill. A few minutes later, the doorbell rings. Steve, one of Mike’s coworkers has ridden his bike over. Introductions are made. Steve fixes himself a vodka tonic with a heavy emphasis on the vodka. Mike only had two Kobe burgers so he throws two chicken kabobs on the grill for Steve.

Over dinner on the covered patio, Steve starts talking about another co-worker who was found dead in his pool that morning. Steve starts crying. I give a WTF look at Mike. Mike had not mentioned his coworker’s death so this new was rather surprising. Steve manages to pull himself together. We finish dinner. The conversation returns to the coworker’s death. Was it a suicide or accidental drowning? The dead man and his girlfriend broke up on Monday which makes some think it was a suicide. I’m tired of the conversation so I clear the table and take the dishes into the kitchen. Mike soon follows. I ask Mike to take me home.

Steve hops on his bike and rides home. Mike lets me drive the G-wagon to my house. It’s a sweet ride with a lot of power. It handles better than I thought it would. It’s also a quiet ride for being a boxy vehicle.

We promise to stay in touch and not let months go by without talking. I thank Mike for drinks and dinner. I stand in my driveway watching Mike drive away. What an evening! Drinks, dinner and three deaths in less than four hours. The adventure is over.

Double A moved into his in-town condo two weeks ago. His house in the far northeast suburbs went on the market on Friday and was under contract by Saturday afternoon. He had two full-price offers to choose from. He chose the buyers offering cash and 30-day close.

About a year ago, a developer started construction on a new spec home in my neighborhood after buying a 1950’s ranch and scraping it off. The new 6,000 sq. ft. house with 5 bedrooms and 6 baths was to be priced at $2.5m. Halfway during construction the price was raised to $2.8m. Last week the house hit the market at $3.2m. It was under contract in five days. The buyers are a young couple moving to Denver from Summit County.

Did someone say the economy is in trouble?

Violators

I hit the gym yesterday. I had an appointment for a 3:30 p.m. workout. The gym was sparsely populated. There was sufficient space to socially distance. The members were following the new rules which stipulate wiping down the equipment after use with disinfectant provided by the gym. Everyone, that is, except two sixty-something fucks. Going from machine to machine, not wearing masks and not wiping down the machines after use. Both were overweight and did not appear to be in the best of health. They looked like the target market for a Covid infection, yet neither took any precautions. I avoided them as I pushed through my work out. I managed to finish my work out in less than the allotted hour. Starting today, workout appointments are extended to 90 minutes which means an hour workout plus 30 minutes of cardio.

The Architect

I’ve been spending time with Bart, the architect. I find him devastatingly handsome, yet he doesn’t know how handsome he is. He’s one of those guys with a razor sharp chin line with a square jaw. He could cut paper with it. He’s also one those guys who has a 5 o’clock shadow at the end of the day, but oddly has very little body hair. He’s like Clark Kent but shorter and leaner with a taste for fetishes. He’s extremely shy and socially awkward at times. He’s attracted to guys who are young, hairless and skinny. The type of guy who’s 21 but looks 16. That is definitely not me. It will never be nothing more than a friendship.

Bart asked me to take him clothes shopping because the stores never have his size, yet he didn’t know what size he should wear. How does a man get to 60 and not know how to buy clothes? He knows I’m a bit of a clothes whore so I was his go to person. Bart is 5’8” and weighs around 140. At the time, the store options were limited as most stores were still closed and Bart tends to be frugal. Our first stop, Banana Republic, was deserted. Bart didn’t know how to work with a sales person so I stepped in. Bart couldn’t find anything he liked. I picked out two shirts in what I thought was his size. I gave the salesperson the shirts and asked her to start a room. Bart was unsure about my choices but I made him try them on. Bart liked both after trying them on. He bought both shirts. Success! The next stop was the Gap for jeans. After teaching jeans 101, he tried on three pairs and bought all three thanks to a great sale. He vetoed shopping online at Nordstrom or Neiman’s as he didn’t want to be bougie.

Bart has asked me to join him on walks in the evening after work. It’s an enjoyable time until he starts talking about conspiracy theories. He believes COVID-19 was engineered by the United States military. He thinks aliens are being kept at Area 51. He also believes the worlds billionaires are creating a new city on a private island where they will move so they can declare independence from all governments. Only rich people will be allowed on the island. I pointed out that the least wealthy of the billionaires would be the new poor on this island. He had no answer when I asked who was going to clean their houses and cook their meals. I doubt the wives of the richest men would run a vacuum around a mansion.

Bart will accompany me to the art museum this afternoon to see the Winslow Homer/Frederic Remington exhibit. I’ve known Bart for two years but I never knew he had any interests in art. His shyness prevents him from opening up to people. For at least a year, I thought he disliked me. Recently, he told me my confidence and social skills intimidated him. I was taken aback. I never thought my self-confidence and social skills could be intimidating.

Back to the Gym

My gym reopened yesterday. It’s one of the few 24 Hour Fitness locations to reopen. It opens at 5 a.m. and closes at 9 p.m. Appointments are required to work out. Each appointment is limited to 1 hour. The gym closes for 30 minutes after each appointment to allow for cleaning before the next group works out. Masks are optional. Overall, it was an enjoyable experience because the gym was not packed as in pre-Covid days. Attendance is limited to avoid overcrowding. I wore a mask while working out but many of members did not. The gym has never been cleaner. It’s a shame it took a pandemic to get 24 Hour to actually clean the gym.

Two Sons?

As if this day was not going to be interesting enough, Bruce, Mr. 28, texted. He misses me. He wants to get together again after he presents his final business plan to the investors. I thought one son was enough. I feel like I got off the roller coaster and got on the scrambler.

Defining Aggressive

WM, the wealth manager, is taking me to dinner tonight for Daddy’s Day. He also has a gift for me. I question if it’s too soon for gifts. I’m hoping it’s something insignificant. I’ll find out in a few hours.

WM is aggressive. He told me he goes all in. He goes for what he wants. He told me he had to be aggressive to build a company that now employs 50 people. My online profile says I’m looking for fun and adventure. WM brings both to the table. Along with aggression. He is the epitome of aggressive. I feel like I’m sitting in the front seat of a roller coaster inching its way up the first incline. I know the ride is going to be fast and furious with lots of twists and turns. Will I get back in line when the ride is over?

In other news, I had a walking date with the guy I am interested in, but he doesn’t feel the same way. On our walk last night he told that he really enjoys my company. He would like to have more than a friendship but he has ED. He doesn’t want to take any of the ED medications. Any type of sexual relationship would be one sided. I didn’t ask why he was opposed to ED meds because it was a very tender moment. He bared his soul to me. I didn’t want to be intrusive. It’s a conversation we can have at a later time. I had a great time on our walk and our post-walk dinner, which he paid for. He wants to get together again as friends. I’m good with that. He’s a man with a many great qualities. Who wouldn’t want a friend like that? Besides, I have my hands full with WM.

He Cleaned

The wealth manager texted pictures this morning showing his bedroom had been cleaned with the bed made. The nightstands were decluttered and there was nothing on the floor. He also sent pictures showing the rest of house had been cleaned. I hope he keeps it clean as I don’t have time to see him this weekend.