This is Mutual Friend, putting in my two cents as mio bellissimo would say.
I will move past 9/11. We were all traumatized, especially Stephanie, but Giuseppe and I helped her and got her back to normal. Now my problems started. Giuseppe was trying to get on her good side as they say. He was with her no matter. If she called him at 2 o’clock in the morning, he would drive to her. She was working in medical and working from home doing export. But if she was going out to lunch, he would drop everything. I was jealous but not in the usual way, I understood their closeness. She knew him two years before me. That is a lot of time to form something. I wanted that too. I had feelings for Stephanie. I will be honest, at first it was physical. She seemed open to things, but she put her foot down as you say when it came to Giuseppe and I. We were just friends. She would never be with one of us. She didn’t want to come between our friendship. I could understand that—to a point. You see I developed feelings for her too, and not just physical. I through the years, learned her sarcasm, cynicism, her spoiled ways, her childlike personality. I loved it and I loved her. And I told Giuseppe. He wasn’t moved. He said let her decide, but it wasn’t looking good for him either. Someone else was in the picture and they were over 7500 miles away. It was an old boyfriend, an Israeli soldier. She was still wearing his Star of David necklace around her neck. She lived in Israel in the early 90s for about eight months and that’s how they hooked up. He taught her Hebrew and everything. It was the year 1995 when Yitzhak Rabin was assassinated. She was at that rally, the soldier was a guard. She can tell you about it in another blog, but that’s when they became really close. They were broken up after she came back to the States then, but they still had something. Giuseppe and I were not happy. We decided to work together on this. True, she might only end up with one of us, IF she decided to date one of us. But at least she wasn’t dating him. I was to go to Israel to check this guy out. Then inform him that Stephanie was in a serious relationship and that the reason she didn’t say anything was because she didn’t want to hurt his feelings. Again, we didn’t think this through, but it was all we had. We told Stephanie of my trip, telling her that we had a new client that needed special effects for a commercial in Israel. I was to go and meet with them. Stephanie became alarmed. She didn’t want me to go, not after the attacks, and she knew Israel was dangerous already. She went every year since 1986. But after 9/11 she was having doubts. She begged me not to go and to email this new client, anything but don’t go. She started crying saying she couldn’t afford to lose me, that she cared deeply for me and that she wouldn’t know how her life would be without me. DAMN! Why are you telling me this now! Giuseppe and I looked at each other. We felt like shit because I wasn’t going over there for what she thought. But I found out something. She cared and loved me. Okay, maybe not like that. But it was something. I wasn’t just her guy pal that went shopping with her. The plan was canceled. Giuseppe continued to be at Stephanie’s beck and call as they say. I decided I could be her servant too. When she had woman’s issues, I did her housework, and shopped for her. I made her appointments for her business. I made sure her car was running properly. I took her cats to the vet when needed. Giuseppe did things for her too, but he also bought her things. Shoes, handbags jewelry. I did not go this way because I did not want to look so obvious. Then one day, someone broke a car window of one of her neighbors. No one knew who it was. Then it happened again a week later. Then another week. Then hers was broken. That was not cool. Giuseppe did some detective work and found out who it was. Some creep, and he was only doing the women’s cars. He needed a lesson. I was more than happy to give it to him. Giuseppe would be my look out. Let’s just say that there was a new vacancy in Stephanie’s condo complex the following week. It was then clear to both of us that we loved Stephanie. But it was frustrating because she put up the “Friend” Wall. So Giuseppe and I did what guys do—we dated other women. They were empty dates, with empty women. They were not fun, and if they were fun they had to get high or drunk. That’s what we loved about Stephanie. She was fun and crazy naturally. Sex? It was sex. You stick it in and she comes that’s it. I was getting depressed. Giuseppe was getting mad. He could not understand what the big deal was. We could all still be friends. I would not let Giuseppe go if he dated Stephanie, and I would never come between them. She was worried for nothing. She did not know how strong our friendship was. So we plowed into our work to get our minds off things. We got very busy. So busy that we needed Stephanie’s help. She quit her temp job at hospital and worked from home on her export and with us. She tried to convince us to hire more women on the job—besides her. Giuseppe wasn’t having it. Too many hormones and cattiness. I agreed. I didn’t have time for petty women. We got into heated arguments about this. But Giuseppe won, he was a private foreign registered company. He could do as he pleased. Months passed. Giuseppe wasn’t getting anywhere still with Stephanie. They went out on dates if that’s what you want to call it. But he wasn’t spending the night. A “Thank You” and a peak on the cheek was what he got. I was happy. It was my turn. I told her that maybe the reason she was not seeing Giuseppe as a boyfriend is because she met him in a friend situation. But me, when I met her I was already attracted to her, not as a friend but as a lover. So it would make more sense if she dated me, and kept Giuseppe as a good friend. She wasn’t going for that either. I never met a good American Girl before, until her. She didn’t even go to church every Sunday! Giuseppe and I were stuck. But then a miracle. Although I was not happy for myself about this, I was happy that my best friend was happy. But it was strange how it all went down. I will let Stephanie take it from here
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This is The Hubster – you know me as Giuseppe Spalino
I will be posting this update, with the help of mio bellissimo, my beautiful one, Stephanie. We left off with us talking to her at her mother’s over the phone. They were going to have a mother daughter outing with some other people. Shopping, eating a leisure day. I and Mutual Friend said our I love yous and disconnected, it was late that evening. The next morning Mutual Friend and I were going to go into the office early, we had a new client and we were going to have a breakfast meeting. I turned on the radio and heard something about an explosion in theWorld Trade Center Building. I thought I was still dreaming, but my dreams are of Stephanie and happy not crazy like this. I turned on the television. They showed a building with a huge hole and smoke coming out. I called Stephanie quickly then Mutual friend. All three of us were on the phone watching this craziness. Stephanie was calling her mother to the room and telling her to watch too. No one knew what was happening, it looked like a bad movie. We thought there was an explosion in the building then the new person said someone saw a plane go in the building. WOW! As we were talking, Stephanie remembered she had a cousin that worked at the Trade Center. She panicked. We tried to calm her and told her to stay on the phone with us and call her on the other phone. Just when she was about to do that, we all saw the other plane crash into the other building. Stephanie screamed. I knew then we were being attacked. I told her to pack a bag with her mother and stay there. I told Mutual friend to come over to my house. I just bought an enormous house in the Valley. It was the American way. I made money in my own business, so I bought a huge home. Unfortunately it was lonely there at nights. Stephanie did not want to spend the night with me. I had several bedrooms, but she said no. This time she had no choice. I did not know what was going on. They could come here to Los Angeles with planes and crash into buildings. I wanted her close to me. I drove and got her and her mother. I remember having her sit up front with me of course and telling her to go into he glove compartment and get the gun. We did not know what was happening. Now we see police cars going all over the place. Were they here now? We arrived at my home, Mutual friend was already there and fixed breakfast for all of us. We sat in front on the television watching the madness. Stephanie was shaking, she was so scared. Her mother was trying to calm her but it wasn’t helping. She called her ex-husband to see if he was okay and to have him talk to his daughter hoping it will help. It didn’t much. Her mother was calmer. She made all the calls to all family members, making sure everyone was okay. That cousin was okay, she did not go into work that day, but if she had, she would have been right where the plane crashed. That made Stephanie crazy. I held her close to me, and Mutual Friend came and helped. I held her tight, and Mutual Friend, rubbed her head and back trying to calm her down. After some time, she did. We all then continued to watch the horror on the television. The buildings collapsing, people running, The Pentagon! Stephanie started to get stress again. I asked her mother if it was okay for me to put her to bed and try to get her calmer. She said yes. She was still trying to call other people but the phone lines were bad. Mutual Friend and I took Stephanie into one of the bedrooms. I laid her down and rubbed her back, whispered to her telling her everything was going to be okay. I was here to protect her. Nothing was going to happen. Mutual Friend told her the same. She wanted to go into the next room with her mother and watch television. I told her no, that only upset her. If she needed to know what was going on, she could listen to the radio. Mutual Friend brought one in the room. I told him to go sit with her mother, that I would stay with Stephanie. I didn’t want to be disturbed. I shut the door behind him. I went to Stephanie on the bed and laid beside her. I held her and for once she did not fight me. She held me tight, real tight, scared tight. I was scared too. Who was attacking us? Why? Would they come to Los Angeles? It did not matter. I told her she was safe with me, nothing was going to get her, they would have to get through me. We all listened and watched that day. Later that night we found out who attacked us. Never heard of the group, but it didn’t matter, we were mad. We wanted to turn the place into a parking lot. Whatever the President had planned, we were all for it. That night, I made Stephanie go to bed. She wanted to stay up. Her mother was already asleep in other room. Mutual Friend and I stayed with Stephanie in her room. I stayed in the bed with her, Mutual Friend slept on the recliner by the bed. We kept the radio on, we didn’t know what was going to happen next. I kept the gun near too, I made sure everyone knocked or announced themselves in the house, so we knew who was who. As the night went on, Stephanie was falling asleep – finally. She reached for me and thanked me for getting her and her mother. There was no thanks needed. Later in the middle of the night Stephanie woke up and tapped me. She said thank you again, and that she loved me. My heart stopped. Then I went back to reality. She loved me for what I had done for her and her mother. She didn’t love me like a lover. She then reached her hand out to Mutual friend and said the same thing. Then I knew for sure. That was okay, it was something, I will take it. I would not take advantage of the situation, but I would stay close. For the next thirteen days, we stayed glued to the television as the rest of the world. Madness. Total madness. After another week, Stephanie felt safe to go back home. Her mother wanted to go back home too. She said they felt they were imposing. You know how mothers are. They were not. They could have stayed another month, however I understood. I took them back home. I took Stephanie back to her own place. I got her cats from her friend’s and Mutual Friend and I got her re-settled. It was at this point I was going to take a chance at something. I asked her to move in with me. She looked at me like I asked her to jump off a bridge. This was not going to go well But I had a reason for asking and I was going to try to convince her. I will end here. Mutual Friend will pick it up from here next week |
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