Hawaii!!!
The three of us need a serious vacation from life. Between my ordeal with Vinnie and the Feds, and Giuseppe with his uncle and cousin, Mutual Friend suggested we get away. Let’s just get away from everyone and everything. We pick Hawaii. Why? Well, because any place in Europe is crowed and it was tourist season too. Hawaii is relaxing, beautiful, peaceful, serene…… NOT! Okay, when we first arrive it’s all good. We check into this hotel, and I insist that we don’t get anything above the 6th floor. Why? Through all my years of traveling since I was even a child, I’ve learned that you don’t want to go above the 6th or 8th floor; depending on how the hotel is configurated because if there is a fire, the fire ladders can’t go beyond that floor. The guys agree. We’re on the third floor of this particular hotel. Everything is good. And yes, we have separate rooms. I have mine and the guys have one directly across the hall. We are beat when we arrive. So we all crash ironically in my room. I’m on the bed the guys are on the couch and chair. We fall asleep basically watching the Weather Channel and Hawaiian television. The next day, we go exploring. We go to the beach, we go to the volcanos, we go to the Tiki bars. We are having fun. I’m looking for this workout guy that had a workout show called Bodies in Motion. The dude on there was fiiiiiiinnneee! So I’m on the beach looking for him because his show was filmed in Hawaii. Yeah, I was that goofy. Anywho, later that afternoon, we are invited to a luau. YAAY! So that night we get ready. We are looking forward to the food and entertainment. We arrive, we watch stuff, talk, the guys drink. I don’t indulge, but they had non-alcoholic stuff. We’re looking at and enjoying the sunset. Beautiful…until…… First, we’re severed the pig. No big deal, it’s delicious! And yes, this is a very traditional luau….no utensils. The guys of course loved this. LOL. Me? Hey, when in Rome. Then comes the poi. It goes downhill from here folks. Poi is nasty, let’s just get it out there. Giuseppe and I are like smiling through it, but I wanted to throw-up. Mutual Friend, bless his little heart. He’s a real honest person. Before the term “Keep it 100” came out, there was Mutual Friend. This fool turns to the host and hostess and askes if they knew they gave us Play-do. Okay, imagine the record scratch noise. Yeah. The whole damn party stopped and looked over at us. Giuseppe had poi on his fingers and his eyes are darting back and forth from me to Mutual Friend, like trying to ask: “What do we do now?” I turn to the host and hostess, and tell them in my most sincere voice, Mutual Friend just had surgery and his medication is doing havoc with his sense of smell and taste. He’s a foreigner too and this is new, so he doesn’t know what poi is. Did that go over? Well, the natives didn’t throw spears at us. So we continue with the luau. Thank the host and hostess and go back to our room. I don’t think we’ll be invited back. LOL Giuseppe rips Mutual Friend a new one. I’m laughing my ass off. And even Giuseppe had to admit in the end that that shit was nasty. It’s real late, and we go to our separate rooms and call it night. I’m watching the Weather Channel, which is fascinating in Hawaii, I have to admit. The guys said they were going to watch some sports. They next day. We want to take a boat trip to Pearl Harbor. It’s not post 9/11, so we can still go by boat. This is significant. We didn’t know that that trip we took would be the last one due to military security. They could now, I don’t know, but we never entertained going back to Hawaii, and I’ll get to that. We take our boat trip, and me with my History Degree and a connoisseur in WWII history, having taught a few classes at UCLA, I was stoked! We see the Arizona submerged in the water; you know the oil is still there. Chilling, sad, just mind blowing. We spend the day at the museum. I love this stuff. The guys, they like it for what it is, they feel it, but not like yours truly. Again we’re back at the hotel. I’m in the guy’s room and tired as hell. I want to go to my room; they talk me into staying there. I have the bed, they take the couch and chair. The next day we go to the big island. We take a helicopter. My eyes are closed through the whole trip. The guys are like “look at that volcano!” I’m like I don’t want to crash in the damn volcano. We arrive, do some shopping, eating, sightseeing, you know typical tourist stuff. We fly back to Oahu. We’re in our own rooms. I go to sleep. Then….. I hear something moving. I turn on the lights. I’m looking around, I still hear something, but can’t see it… until I look over on my dresser. There is a spider the size of artichoke! I scream. The guys literally bust into my room, break the door. I’m in the corner pointing, they see it, they jump. Giuseppe throws something at it….. The damn thing jumps on the wall. Oh shit! I yell, tell Giuseppe he made it mad, now it’s going to get us. People are coming out of their rooms to see the commotion. We show them, pointing…. They laugh. “Oh that’s a such and such spider. It’s harmless.” You know what? We ain’t hearing it. We are looking at something that looks like it reversed the food chain. The people leave. I’m yelling at them to take the spider with them since it’s so damn harmless. Then management shows up. Mind you we’re still in the corner. Mutual Friend has a lighter. He makes the flame go real high and long, and he moves toward the spider still on the wall. He was going to set that thing on fire. Giuseppe is holding him, I’m holding Giuseppe. The manager screams “Don’t!” The spider leaps over towards me. I never ran so fast. I knock down the manager, run down the hall to the elevator, Giuseppe and Mutua Friend are close behind. We’re in our pajamas, okay. People are coming out, looking at us, they are amused. We’re not…and neither is the manager. We have to pay for that door. They guys are like “oh hell no!” and explain the situation. They thought I was in distress, blah, blah, blah. I hate spiders, so do they. The manager said here are more where that came from and since we hare on the third floor, the spiders find their way there. Guess what? New hotel. Guess what? The]y hell with that nothing above the 8th floor. We get a penthouse suite. Oh, yeah, we’re living large for the next two days. LOL By the way, the manager and the three us came to a compromise. He knocked of two days off our stay and we paid for the door. And those spiders are very popular and abundant. With a lot of other creatures. So guess what? We left Hawaii and never saw her since! But all in all we did unwind, and forgot our past troubles. We were refreshed….after we calmed down from that adrenaline rush. Did the guys try to come on to me? To their credit, no. But Giuseppe was secretly hatching a plan all the while. And that’s where I’ll leave it for now
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Well Giuseppe is on his way! Whether he was actually coming to see a client or get new ones, I don’t know. I think he knew something was up with Mutual Friend. Remember, they are real close, like blood brothers. I was in panic mode, but I’ve been through worse, so I knew how to handle this situation. Mutual Friend had to go. He didn’t have to go back to the States, but he had to get the hell out of here! I told him that Giuseppe was coming by, and it was soon. So Mutual Friend left and told me not to tell Giuseppe until he explains. Whatever. I wasn’t going to say anything anyway, because one that was between them and two, nothing happened between me and Mutual Friend, so there was nothing to explain. So he went to who knows where. And I waited for the inevitable! I think it was less than three days, because I remember it happening in the middle of the week, and it was before a weekend. Giuseppe calls me: G: I’m at the airport, come get me. Me: I’m busy, rent a car G: Bitch, if you don’t get your ass over here! Me: I got your Bitch in my back pocket. Giuseppe gets a rent a car and comes to my hotel. Yeah, I had it like that. LOL He comes to my room, scrunches up his nose and the first thing he says: “That rat bastard was here!” Me: Really? And who might that be? G: I smell his cheap cologne. Where is he now? I told him I have no idea, and I really didn’t. And I told him nothing happened between us, not even a kiss. I don’t know why to this day I had to tell him that. But I did. Giuseppe said he knew nothing happened between us, because he knew what type of woman I was. But he was still pissed. He said he trusts Mutual Friend with is life—but with women, he wasn’t too sure. I told him that was a personal problem between them and leave me out of it. And oh…. …You have to leave, you don’t have to go back to the States, but you have to get the hell out of here. He said if he wasn’t a gentleman, he would have stayed, but he left. I told him don’t contact me either. Now, I know you guys maybe like: “Oh, you ungrateful bitch! After they helped you through your nervous breakdown, blah, blah, blah.” In theory you would be right, HOWEVER, I didn’t need the stress and the pressure of the two after me. They were giving me another breakdown! Again, they were my FRIENDS, that was it. Nothing more. Then something happened. As some of you know Giuseppe’s family has some connections. His father, Papa Spalino ran around with Luck Luciano back in the day. However, one of Giuseppe’s uncles fought the mafia. I used the past tense, because he was bumped off. Found his torso in a river in Palermo. No arms, legs or head. Guess who did it? A gang that Giuseppe’s cousin ran with. His cousin vowed vengeance on the people. Wrong move. He killed the man that got Giuseppe’s uncle. Now he was on the run. All three of us met up, forgot how it happened, I think Giuseppe called Mutual friend and we met at a café. Any animosity was forgotten. Anyway. We left for Sicily. We where worried about Giuseppe’s family particularly his mother and father. When we arrived in Sicily, we met up with one of Giuseppe’s brother on the road before we got to the house. He handed Giuseppe a huge gun. Look like a 12-gauge. He handed Mutual friend a .45. Me? He told me to go back home, this was no place for a woman. Giuseppe and Mutual friend told them about me and Vinnie. He was impressed, but still wanted me out of the way. The guys agreed. I didn’t. So after much arguing, we arrived at Giuseppe’s old home. His mom and dad and seven other siblings were already there. I’m asking Giuseppe and Mutual Friend why the guns? They said is someone that didn’t have the last name of Spalino walked through the door, they could cancel Christmas. Now, I understand the problem here. But I didn’t want my friends to be involved in murder, and that’s what it would have been. So I’m having another breakdown. Mutual Friend is trying to calm me while Giuseppe is tending to family business and talking with siblings and trying to get information. Well, about two weeks later, the person that was supposed to get his cousin for killing the man that killed the uncle, was found whacked with two of his lieutenants. So the contract was called off, because they ended up getting some others and they sang like canaries. Yeah, that was stressful. So after the three of us got our nerves back in order, it was decided we take a vacation. They didn’t have any clients. I just finished exporting some goods, so I had nothing else to do. We go Hawaii. This was a funny as hell trip. OMG. Never going back there again, and the guys said if they never go back it will be too soon. And we’ll get to that next time Chapter One – Part Three
We’re back again! This might be the most boring part of the chapter. This is when I went off to Italy and ended up staying for four years. All the while Giuseppe and Mutual Friend were back in the States and visiting me from time to time. Again, the reason I left was to get my life together and figure out what I wanted to do in life. The guys had the same idea. Well, after the initial discussion, it was three months after that before I left. I told my mom and stepdad, that I was leaving, which wasn’t a surprise, because by this time I had traveled all over the place, mostly by myself, sometimes with a friend. They didn’t know I would stay so long and do something so life changing. It was then that the guys both told me how they felt about me. Not at the same time. Giuseppe took me aside and said he would miss me and was hoping we could at least try to be more than friends. Mutual friend was like we could have fun, but he would do everything to take care of me. I told them no, we’re were friends and they needed to respect that or nothing at all. They settled for the friendship. Anywho, I left and arrived in Italy and met up with a friend that I house sat for when I visited in the past. This time we hung out. He was an older man, very nice and had several businesses overseas and across Europe. This time he was staying in Italy, so we had time to catch up. We went to the Opera and dinner. I love classical music and opera. Grew up on it from my mother and stepfather. So we went to see Madame Butterfly. For some reason I was really caught up in the signing. Not so much what they were singing but HOW. I asked myself if I could possibly sing like that. I talked to my friend at dinner and he said he knew a man that sang opera and was a voice teacher. He would set up an appointment to meet him. In the meantime, back in the States, Giuseppe and Mutual Friend were getting their own lives together. They both knew computers and programming. Back then it was still new, and coding was starting to be the big thing. But they wanted to do something more than programming a computer. When I talked to them from Italy, I told them about an Advertising agency I use to work from as a contract worker. They really liked me there and wanted to hire me, but I knew I never wanted to work for somebody else. I told them to talk to a certain person there and tell them I recommended them. They did. The company was in a bind, they needed some people to help in special effects for a commercial they were doing. The guys were familiar with the program, so they hired them. Back in Italy, I meet with the man that would become, my teacher, mentor, lover. It wasn’t a good first impression. We hated each other from the start. Me, a spoiled, upper-middle classed, felt entitled, African-American woman, and him and egotistical, Russian singer. He was a very regal handsome man. He was fifty-five. I was in my was going on my mid- twenties. He didn’t think I was going to be serious about taking lessons. I told him watch and see. So the challenge was on. Now this is where this part of the story ends. If you want to know about the turbulent love-hate relationship I had with this teacher, that’s another day and another blog. But for three and half years we were lovers, and it wasn’t a love match. But there was method in his madness. But like I said, that is another story. Anyway, during that time Giuseppe and Mutual Friend would call or fly to see me. It was then Giuseppe was really putting the moves on me. We were having dinner. Mutual Friend was visiting family. Giuseppe said he was jealous about the teacher, and wished I never came here. But then he felt selfish for thinking that, especially since he started hearing me sing and saw how happy I was with my progress. But he wasn’t shy about telling me as soon as I came back home, he was going to make some changes in our relationship, because he knew the real deal between me and the singer, and that the relationship would end as soon as my lessons did. I told him our relationship might end, but that didn’t mean we were going to get together. I still thought of him as my good friend, and now with Mutual friend eyeing me too, that would be awkward. Giuseppe said there is always a way around that. So as the months went on. The three of us did get closer—as friends. We talked once a week and every six months they came to see me. My last year in Italy was went I went to Japan to sing. My mom, stepdad and the guys all came to see me. That was one of the happiest moments in my life. Was I a professional singer? No. Did I want to be a professional singer? No. Not because of the practice. I still do that every day, keeping my voice in shape. It’s the schedule one has to keep when performing. Man is that grueling! I mean I love traveling, but not that way! My teacher said he would always be there for me if I changed my mind and would be more than happy to sponsor me. My voice hadn’t hit its peak yet and wouldn’t until I reached the age of forty plus due to hormonal changes for a woman. But I was a Mezzo-soprano and pound of it. I left Italy after four interesting years and returned to the States—a changed woman. I also knew what I wanted in a man thanks to my teacher. I fell in love with him, which I shouldn’t have. But the next three years between Giuseppe and Mutual Friend were going to be rocky, tested and somewhat funny. The guys however did great at the Ad agency. In fact, they did so well, that they left and started their own business. They wanted me to be a partner. I knew nothing about that end of advertising, the technical part, but they wanted me there for moral support and any odd jobs they had I was welcome to help. So I was in, at the same time I was still working as a temp. I found my niche in Hospital work, so I started being a contract worker at UCLA Medical, at the same time helping the guys. A couple of years passed. Again, we three went through the normal things of life. Ups and downs mainly in the guys business. But finally, they got their big break, doing a commercial for the Super Bowl, it paid damn good! It was around this time, that I started fiddling with the idea of writing. Also, my stepdad needed help in exporting some left-over Persian tapestries he had from the days that he was an exporter. That gave me an idea too. It was around this time that Giuseppe decided he would make his most aggressive move. But someone else popped into the picture that was going to put the brakes on that. And that’s where we will leave it until next time Okay folks, welcome back!
Let’s pick up where we left off, but before we do, just a little back story in the back story. LOL Right before Mutual Friend made his appearance, a lot happened to me and Giuseppe in the three years that we were growing our friendship. Good and bad. First off, I got my Masters in History. My grandfather passed a day after my birthday. I bought some cattle off our own ranch in Dallas, so I could raise my own heard, (still have it has grown quite a bit) Giuseppe’s uncle in Sicily that was a politician that fought against the mafia was found dead in a river—just his torso. Come to find out, Giuseppe’s own cousin ran with the people that did, sought revenge and know he’s in hiding. Giuseppe became an uncle four times over (remember he has 17 brothers and sisters). That being said, Giuseppe got a call from Mutual Friend that he was coming to the States on holiday. He was happy, telling me that they were friends since the age of 13-14. He was like a brother to him (like he didn’t have enough. LOL). Told me he wrote about us, and what a great friend I’ve become. So we met him at the airport. MIND-BLOWN! Mutual Friend is tall, dark, handsome and dangerous looking. Wild black wavy hair, grayish eyes. permanent five o’clock shadow. He looks rough. Meaning, he looks like the cat that will slice someone in the middle of the street and dare you to say something and keep it moving. Now Mutual Friend is from Southern Italy. Giuseppe is from Sicily. They make it a point to tell you that one is actually Italian, and the other is Sicilian. Whatever. LOL They both are Italian to me, but I get it. When Mutual Friend shook my hand and bent over to kiss me on both cheeks, not going to lie, I was feeling a little something. But I’m like to myself, “Not cool, this is your friends’ best friend.” So after his arrival, we started hanging out. Mutual Friend is fun and funny, in just that short time, people started calling us the three Musketeers. The one thing both Mutual Friend and Giuseppe love to do is pranks calls. Still do it to this day! The one call I remember so clearly, because I was working at the store at the time and I over heard the call, was Mutual Friend was asking for a pair of pants, one leg was suede and the other leather. The butt part was corduroy, and the pockets closed like a Ziplock bag. Now I’m standing there and the clerk that took the call is repeating most of this, and I’m saying to myself, “Those fools!” Because at this point, I knew them all to well. He kept asking, had nerve to say, he saw them the other day and they were on sale. Could you hold them. My poor co-worker was getting caught up in his BS, asked the manager if we had these pants because he was so adamant. Came back to the phone, (mind you, Mutual friend is still hanging on!) told him they didn’t and never did have such pants. Mutual friend told them he was going across the street to the other store and get them because he just found out they were 50% off. And hung up. It’s not over people. My co-work went to the store across on her lunch break to find out if these pants existed. When I got home, (because I couldn’t call, this was pre-cellphone days LOL), I called them and told them what happened, and they fell out laughing. Okay, I have to admit, I had a hard time holding it in while my co-worker was on the phone. Now, one day, Mutual Friend took me aside and asked if I was dating Giuseppe. I told him no, that we are good friends now. He’s like yeah, I remember him writing me about that, and what is with women that always wants to be friend with guys, we don’t like that. Then he said, but I’m not your friend, how about going out with me a few times before my vacation is over. I told him, I couldn’t date my friends’ friend, that’s just weird. He’s like “You’re a good girl, huh? Whatever. Didn’t tell Giuseppe, but he knew, because he came to me. He said I was acting kind of standoffish, and he said: “he came on to you.” More of a statement of fact. He said he was cool with it (he wasn’t), besides he was leaving for home anyway. Fast forward, the month is at an end and Mutual Friend is on his way back home. We had dinner and I broke the news that I wanted to go back to Italy. Now for those that don’t know, I traveled A LOT when I was younger. Been to Italy 12 times before I even met Giuseppe. The guys looked at me like I was crazy. I told them the reason I was going was because I needed to sort out my life. My grandfather died, first death in the family I knew of. I got my Masters, but I was still working in a department store. I didn’t want to be a cowgirl working on the ranch back in Dallas. I just needed time. The same time I broke that news, Mutual Friend had some news of his own. He wanted to stay a year in the States. He had some money saved and he missed Giuseppe, and he was hoping to add a new friend (me). Well, this needed some serious sorting out. And that’s for next week It’s six months since Giuseppe and I met. My relationship with the person I was dating is over. Not because of anything bad, just the opposite. He wanted me to move with him to New York. I was still young and not ready for such a commitment. I was 23 he was 45. He wanted to settle down.
Scared the crap out of me. LOL. So we parted. Meantime life still goes on. The Renaissance Fair was coming up. Those that live in Los Angeles know about this, it happens in the Spring. Anyway, I wanted to go, but all my friends were busy. One day while cleaning out my purse, Giuseppe’s card with this number was still there, tucked away in my wallet. I decided to call. He was down for it. We met to go rent the consumes. He was a Lord and I was his Wench. LOL We had a great time. I found out a lot about him. He had only been in this country a few years, but had great command of the English language and slang. His accent was thick (still is, LOL). He was a natural body builder and was thinking about competing. He had 17 siblings, a direct product of Palermo Sicily. His father owned a fishing company. But more interesting than that, During WWII, he came to the States and ran with mobsters. He was an errand boy for Lucky Luciano. Didn’t believe that at first until way later I saw a picture of him with Lucky at a bar. Needless to say we became fast friends. He became the only person I could be total open and honest with. I don’t know how that happened, but he always made me feel comfortable in my own skin, and he was open too. He was never judgmental. We talked about everything. Politics, travel, religion, sex, music, especially opera and classical music. I loved it and he could sing. You name it, we could easily talk about it. He had a sense of humor and he got my sarcasm. That’s a real plus in my book! So we really started hanging out. I introduced him to my friends, and he introduced me to his—but not all of them. Late on that. People were asking me if we were actually dating, because it was impossible for me to be friends with an Italian that looked like that. Giuseppe was my friend and I introduced him as such. In fact, we dated other people while in this friendship. And when we were dating, we never hung out together, unless it was a double date. The one thing Giuseppe brought to the table for me, was to be honest with the men I was dating. In other words, tell them what I wanted. If I liked being spoiled let them know. If I liked making love with the lights on, tell them. He was very open. Most Europeans are. And since I traveled a lot, the things he would suggest never shocked me, and this is what he loved about me. The first two years of our friendship was a learning curve. It wasn’t all Unicorns and fairies. We had our fights and not speaking, but always made up. There was one thing however, I could not break him from however. He was used to this in Italy and in Europe in general…. Sunbathing nude! He would be on my balcony when I lived in a condo, or in my backyard when I lived in a duplex. I’m like telling him it’s illegal to be publicly naked. He would come back with, “You Americans are hung up on the naked body, it’s just how we were born, we threw clothes on because of shame.” I would come back with: “This maybe true, but it’s still against the law to be naked in public! Besides, cute pudgy babies running around in their birthday suite is one thing, a grown man, especially one that looks like you is another.” He would trap me like this, because then he would say, “So you like what you see?” "Well, yeah!" “Why don’t you sunbathe with me. And here, rub this sunscreen on me.” He would always do things like this and make me blush. Oh, I hated that! Over the months, our friendship got tighter and tighter. We talked to each other on the phone a lot, and we would talk to each other before we went to bed at night. It was amazing how much we had in common. Year three of our friendship was interesting. Mutual Friend arrived on the scene. And he was just as fine if not more so. There was tension And that’s where I will leave this. Part Two later next week Okay folks here we go…….
I first meet Giuseppe (The Hubster) over 30 years ago, completely by accident. It wasn’t a blind date or anything like that. In fact, I was going to a place where I always go alone anyway. Believe it or not I’m an introvert. A Leo, but introverted, can you believe it? LOL Anywho, I went to the Beverly Hills Wilshire Hotel on a Wednesday. They played classical music and served fingers foods. Not sure if they even do that now. This particular Wednesday, they were playing Chopin or Mozart my usual seat in the lobby facing a television. I had a table, and I have some finger food and wine. I leaned backed closed my eyes, because I had a hard days work. I just wanted to enjoy the music. It wasn’t too long, before I heard a deep accented voice, asking if this seat was taken. I opened my eyes, and there stood before me a very tall, well built man with long black hair and blueish-green eyes. Goodness! I said no, have a seat. He did, looked at me and smiled then turned to listen to the music. After a few minutes he turned back to me. He introduced himself. He told me, he noticed my lipstick. Now some of you may know I love my red, deep burgundy, deep plums lipsticks, Well I had on Rum Raisin , by Revlon. (Which he still buys me today). He said the color looks nice on me. I mentioned his accent. That it seemed Italian but slightly different. He said he was Sicilian, and it was the dialect. Then he went in with the bad lines. He said he speaks standard Italian fluently and that he could teach me in one night. Oh brother. I told him in fluent Italian that I already knew the language. He didn’t skip a beat. He said, “Then I can teach you Sicilian.” I told him no thanks. He asked if I was seeing someone. I was. He shrugged and said whenever I was free give him a call. He handed me a card with his name, several phone numbers and address. We did continue to talk and listen to the music. He had a sense of humor and got a lot of my jokes, even though he had only been in the States for three years. I liked him, but only as an acquaintance, not even a friend. We parted ways that evening Until six months latter……. And that will be the start of Chapter One Okay folks, most of you know bits and pieces of how we got together, but we think it’s best to start from the very beginning—30 years ago to be exact!
Yep, thirty looong years. The Hubster and I have known each other longer than some marriages. LOL. Mutual friend and I have know each other for 27 years. And the Hubster and Mutual friend knew each other since teenagers. So yeah, there is some serious history between all of us. So this is how our story is going to be broken down. Into four parts Part One – Me meeting The Hubster This is starting from 1988! How we meet, became friends, then decided to date then get married. We’ll have some tid bits in-between too. LOL The other chapters are in flashbacks. Part Two – Me meeting Mutual Friend. This happened three years after the Hubster and I meet. We were still just friends. So this was an interesting meet up. And the things that happened, for one I went off to Italy for four years to study classic singing-opera and dated my voice teacher. Yes, very interesting years. LOL Part Three – The Arrangement. This might be the longest of the chapters so to speak, This includes our dating, feelings for Mutual Friend, marriage and decided on this ménage setup. Very complicated stuff. Part Four – The Ceremonies. The shortest of the chapters. Our marriage ceremony and then I, the Hubster and Mutual friend. Surprisingly enough, this was less complicated than everything else that took place before. So stayed tuned. I will post on Face book went the first chapter is posted! Yes, we know, we know. It’s been a minute since we posted something, but this last years has been a doozy. A lot of dram a heartache, medical issues with my mom….
In other words….life! But we’re back! And we’ll try to keep up with posting. So where are we know? At our villa in southern Italy, for much needed R&R. We went to Palermo, Sicily for Papa Spalino’s 106th B’day and now we’re here. Soon we’ll be In Monaco giving an interview with some government officials about moving there and that’s what this post is about. The Hubster, Mutual Friend and I have decided after much talking and weighing in the pros and cons, to move to Monaco. It’s no more expensive than living in New York. Okay, maybe a bit more. But we can swing it. I’m sure a lot of you are wondering: “Wow, they are sticking with this ménage arrangement, no matter where!” Well….yes! Wherever The Hubster and I go, Mutual Friend is right there with us. This is another huge move for us, and our arrangement wasn’t something we did when we were drunk. (BTW, I don’t drink and the guys don’t drink to excess. LOL. But you know what I mean. ) So this move to another country is not taken lightly. Mutual Friend suggested it actually. The Hubster and I were like: “Hmmm, I don’t know.” But the more we thought about it, we just figured it’s just like moving to another neighborhood…no big deal. And how will we handle our relationship? The same as always. Nothing has changed and we will not change our behavior. Public displays of affection will still persist. People coming to us and being inquisitive will still happen. On a side note, people seem more accepting or just don’t make a big deal of seeing two guys and a girl being affectionate, or any combination thereof. So planting roots in another country does seem permanent. Who knows about that and how long we’ll stay there even, but our relationship is solid. So are we in it for the long haul? You bet we are! No matter what part of the globe we live in. Okay my loyal followers, it’s been a while. I hope you all are having a wonderful and safe holiday. We will be updating more often coming 2017. We’ve been very busy toward the end of this year. But we’re organized and got caught up now. LOL
And speaking of holidays….. My parents paid a surprise visit to me and The Hubster for Christmas. Noticed I said to me and the Hubster and NOT Mutual Friend. Reason? Because they don’t realize that he actually lives here. I mean really lives here. Like has his own bedroom and bath. Has some of his decorating touches, pot and pans, and his car in our garage. So what did we say when my mom called from the airport and say, “We’re here! Come pick us up.” We freaked out. But not to worry, we had it all under control—Kinda. LOL You see when ever my mom or step dad come to visit, they always give us a warning, at least a few days. That way, we can make it look like that Mutual Friend is just visiting. But lately, the parents have just been dropping by, especially if they are visiting friends and relatives on the east coast. Now my step dad lives in Miami, my mom in Los Angeles, and even though they’ve been divorced for some time, they are still friendly to each other and talk and have the same friends. They visited my step dads’ relatives. They are from East Germany too. They’ve arrived to the United States, after the curtain fell. My step dad escaped before the curtain fell in the 60s. That’s another story. Anywho, so they are on the east coast and they said hey, let’s visit our daughter—but don’t tell her. So I drive like a maniac to the airport, while the Hubster and Mutual Friend try to make it look like he’s visiting too for the holidays. Thankfully, my parent don’t go around my house looking in cabinets, closets and such, so Mutual Friends’ room was off limits to them. I had them waaaay on the other side of the house in the other guess bedroom. LOL When they arrived at the house, they were like: “Oh nice seeing you again” They know that Mutual Friend and the Hubster are like brothers, so seeing him here for the holidays isn’t too crazy. But if they saw his room and closet…..man! We would have some ‘splaining to do! Here is the other hard part about having the parents over. Mutual Friend has to keep his affection down. He and I have to act like good friends, not long time lovers. Now THAT’S awkward. So what does Mutual Friend tell my parents when they ask what he’s been up to lately? Working (he and the Hubster are still business partners in the Special Effects Industry), traveling overseas, spending time with other friends and family, yadda, yadda, yadda. Basically, stretching the truth like taffy! LOL They ask how his love life is. He nearly chokes every time. He says he has another girlfriend. Mom says he needs to settle down at his age, he’s such a good-looking man. Yeah, we want to fall out laughing. Mutual Friend also has to watch how comfortable he is at the house. Now true, he and the Hubster are close and you expect familiarity, but you can tell when someone is comfortable and familiar and TOO comfortable and familiar! And yes, I know you’re wondering if Mutual Friend got any during my parents visit. HELL NAH! Conversations would start off kinda stiff but then loosen up as the day went a long. The one thing that was our saving grace was the house across the street from us. We told my parents about that, so that took up a lot of conversation. For those of you that remember, there was a big sex trafficking bust. My parents were like: “Wow, you just don’t know what people are into these days!” So you see, even though it was a surprise visit, we were able to get our act together. Now you maybe thinking, that my parents already know. Are you kidding! I’m mommy’s little angle and daddy’s little princess. Now they might think something is up, but not know what exactly, especially every time they show up, Mutual friend is here. But he did tell them that he lives not far from us, and it just so happens that he’s visiting us and not the other way around. And if the parent ask if we can go to his place, Mutual Friend never has the place cleaned up or in order. Or he’s having it fumigated. LOL Yeah, I know lame, but it works. If it’s not snowing, we take the parents around, go to breakfast, lunch, dinner what have you. I shop with mom, catch up with dad—you know, the usual stuff . We never leave them alone with Mutual Friend. The Hubster and I need to be there, so he can take visual as well as spoken cues from us. He’s quick, but sometimes the parents can ask something that might through him a curve. Now you maybe asking, why not tell them? Are you kidding! LOL Look it’s bad enough with strangers sometimes, but my parents? Really? All in all, our holiday was great. We exchanged gifts, we had laughs, good food and fun. And this morning I sent my parents back to the states. And hopefully, they don’t have a clue. Here is a question we get a lot when someone “suspects” that The Hubster, Mutual Friend and I are in a relationship.
Now we don’t advertise this, like we said before in our other posts, this kind of relationship is not conventional, and a lot of people won’t understand. But for those folks that are bold enough to approach us, they do ask little questions. And here was one that had us thinking. “Who is the Alpha, and does the other mind? Or do you switch up?” Yeah, that was the boldest question we were ever asked LOL Now, I think we kinda alluded to that in another section here, but we’re going to approach it here in deeper detail. This is a hypothetical question to you guys. If you were in a ménage, would you want to be the Alpha, would you prefer one man to be the Alpha and the other a Beta or both men Alpha. We’ll tell you how we do it in answering your comments below. **WINK WINK** Okay here is my question. If you’re in a ménage relationship, should you be childless or at the very least, have grown children that live in another state and no nothing of your personal business?
Here is our situation. The Hubster and I never wanted children. We both come from HUGE families. The Hubster is one of 22 children. Mutual Friend is one of 12 children, and I’m an only child, but have dozens and dozens…and dozens of cousins. So our gene pool is cool. LOL So we don’t have to worry about trying to “explain” things to our kids. Heck, children are confused enough about sex and relationships. My opinion, and this opinion is shared by the Hubster and Mutual Friend. If you are in a ménage relationship, you should not bring children into the world. If you want children, then the relationship has to be cut. I know that sounds harsh, and coming from us, that seem so liberal it seems strange, but here’s the thing: This is still a non-traditional relationship. Also, I don’t want my children confusing this with going outside the marriage, just to go outside the marriage, if that makes sense. You see, we’ll have to explain that this is not cheating, but a committed relationship, unlike having an affair and…. You see where the confusion can come in? This is why we believe that if you’re in this sort of relationship, you should already have agreed not to have children…at least during the duration of your relationship. OR, have grown children that live somewhere else with their own families and no nothing of your deal. What do you think? This is a conversation that Mutual Friend and I have about the wife. When we are out separately with her, of course we show affection. Holding hands, kissing, hugging; the things I love to see couples doing.
What can I say, I'm Italian. But how about when both of us are with her? We still love to hug, kiss and hold her hands. Usually we do, but it's not as, how you say...intense. The wife is a bit confusing. Sometimes she's fine with it, other times she's a bit restrained. We don't understand. We asked her about this one day, and she told us that when she sees people looking at us, she can tell the ones that we'll get static from, and others that could care less. Mutual Friend and I could care less about either. What do you think? |
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