"What a difference a holi-day makes," I heard myself say.
Greg smirked. "Whatās so funny?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno. I just havenāt seen you quite so goo-goo eyed."
I giggled. I was actually feeling giddy. I looked over and caught Ericās eye and he smiled. I felt warm.
"So, what are you going to do about him?" Greg asked.
"Who?"
"Esther Williams in the suit. You know, your dinner with Mark!"
Geez, Iād almost put that out of my mind. I sure as hell wasnāt looking forward to it.
Picture me -- having prepared a delicious gourmet dinner of grilled sea bass, white wine, sorbet for dessert -- trying to eat -- sitting between my first love (Mark) and my last (presumably Eric, god I hope itās Eric.) Not exactly the best setting for scintillating dinner conversation.
Greg tried to make his own peculiar conversation as we took our pastries back toward the table. "The question is Īwhyā? Why would Eric invite your ex-boyfriend to dinner? Just when you guys are trying to get settled?"
"I just want to get to know this guy," Eric said, when I asked him that question yesterday. "I just want you to know that Iām not threatened by this guy. You guys should be friends. You have a history. Itās good."
How could I be anything but happy about that explanation? And yet, I felt that I wasnāt getting the whole story.
When I spoke to Mark about it he said he'd cancel if I felt uncomfortable. He said, " whatever you want, Andrew" and that's just like him - so damned agreeable.
"Greg, I feel like I'm sandwiched in the middle, right between these two men in my life."
"Shoot, man, I should be so unlucky," said Greg. "Iād trade places with you in a New York minute."
"What?! You donāt even like Eric."
"No, I donāt like him. But that doesnāt mean heās not attractive. Heās pretty hot property." Greg? and Eric? I tried to formulate a vision in my head, and quickly dismissed it. 
