Johnny J. (divorced, engineer, father of three adult children) dated 15 women before he met Eileen.
Small world: It turned out-many years earlier- they were both the same literature class in a local junior college.
They hadn’t seen one another in over 30 years. Their first date was breakfast in North Beach, afterwards, they walked and talked all the way to the Golden Gate Bridge.
They took a cab to Sausalito; more talking and laughter- they enjoyed a leisurely lunch at Poggio – and took the last ferry back to San Francisco and kissed another good night-for a very long time- after a 10-hour day of mutual admiration.
And so it began
The couple (both around 58) spent every weekend together and were mutually “smitten.”
One Saturday, after three months of “hot and heavy,” his sister called to invite him to a Bocce Ball tournament in Napa. He advised her he would be bringing Eileen.
The couple drove to Napa, booked a room at the Embassy Suites and spent the afternoon with his sister. Turns out, Eileen (her name ends in a vowel) is quite proficient at B.Ball.
Two nights later, big sister called to say she loved meeting Eileen, said she was a “great gal” but said she certainly wasn’t “his type.”
Johnny J didn’t know he had a “type” and was taken aback by his sister’s comment. Eileen was everything to him: friend, lover, confidante, playmate… and sole mate (they shared a fetish for shoes.)
His older, wiser, sister had a PhD and MBA- was very successful. And, she had been divorced twice. Her comment haunted him. Was she right?
Johnny J knew, in his heart of hearts, that Eileen was the woman for him- and disregarded his sister’s inane comment.
Don’t follow any advice, no matter how good, until you feel as deeply in your spirit as you think in your mind that the counsel is wise. Joan Rivers
Wall Street is the only place that people ride to in a Rolls Royce to get advice from those who take the subway. Warren Buffett