Life after the threesome has been pretty normal. I get up, take a shower, go to work -- and often stay at the office too late. Such is the life of a marketing professional, especially during the holidays when everyone is trying to fit in last-minute meetings, projects and deliverables before going on break.
Noah and I saw each other for lunch this past Friday, in fact. I typically order in, but after a particularly a morning from hell I needed to get away from my desk. So, there we were, at an Italian Bistro, chatting over a meal fit for two kings.
"At least you like the people you work with," he told me, after I vented about a project whose deadline had been moved up. "My co-workers, not so much."
"Are you out to them?" I asked.
"God, no. That would wreck my career for sure."
"Really?"
"Absolutely," he said. "In my industry, it's all about appearances in a lot of ways. One of those is being a 'family man.'" He recoiled as he said that last bit. "Funny thing is, the men with families work so damn much they never see them."
"I see." I twirled a bit of pasta on my fork, then washed it down with a glass of wine. Yes, I drank during my lunch hour. Sue me.
"And Simone?" Noah said. "How did she enjoy our... rendezvous?"
"Very much so," I said. "I wouldn't be surprised if... if she asked for another rendezvous in the future."
I watched as Noah's face lit up like a freakin' Christmas tree, before he regained his composure and attempted to play it cool. Still, he couldn't hide his enthusiasm, and let me just say that I don't think it was about Simone.
"After the holidays," he said. "We could probably work something out then -- if you were okay with it, that is."
"Given my previous career, it's not like I'm all that shy about anything."
"No," Noah said. "No, I suppose you're not."
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