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Friday 08 July 2011 - The Past Doesn't Always Stay In the Past

As if being on the rocks with Andrew weren’t enough, yesterday left me with a completely new feeling of despair. If you have been reading my blog from the beginning, you will know that I work the front desk of a hotel. I meet all kinds of interesting and different people. One of the most memorable is a man by the name of Marcello.

Back in 2009, I endured a lot of trouble and heartache when I ended the seven year relationship I had with my children's father. He was not a stable, responsible loving man and father that he should have been, and unfortunately I am sure that a lot of women can relate. That's when I met Marcello. After my children's father and I separated, Marcello walked in to my life approximately four months later.

He walked in to my lobby with an attitude. I don't do well with undeserved attitudes, and for what I get paid, I gave it right back. After making him his room key and giving him his receipt, I thought our business was over. He was staying for a week then I would never have to deal with him or his pompous attitude again. One week later, it was time for him to check out. I tried to make light of our earlier meeting and told him he must be happy to leave the hotel, because this attitude is much better than the one he had when he checked in. He laughed and apologized, and told me he would be back on Monday. He was just going home for the weekend. I made small talk like I do with all of the guests, then Marcello asked for my phone number. Right, like I haven't heard these lines before. I rolled my eyes and told him to be on his way.

Marcello was persistent. I wouldn't give him my number, but I told him that if it would shut him up, I would take his. He obliged and left. An hour later, he was right back in the lobby. Ok, yes, he was very attractive, and he smelled so damn good! I caved in and gave him my number.

Admittedly, Marcello and I spent time together when we were able to. Mostly at work. He would bring me dinner and we would eat together in the lobby, once in awhile we would catch a movie or go to the lounge. I knew eventually he would be going home for good, and I did not want to invest too much time and energy in to something that would just lead to a broken heart. His job was over six months later, and out of my life for good. Or so I thought.

Yesterday I was in my back office making some updates on Facebook when I heard a familiar voice say, "Hey beautiful, got a room?"

Marcello is back, I am in a long distance relationship with Andrew, and I am on an emotional rollercoaster.

Until next week - keep safe!

Laura

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