Hey, thank you for that. I'll work a little more on it this week.
If you're curious about the story, it's about an ideal love I had invented for myself a few years ago. What started as a daydream gradually became a fantasy life in me, with a man who doesn't exist in the real world. I gave him a name (T.J. Atherton), a heritage (Scottish/French), a job (entrepreneurial consultant), a disposition (philanthropic, independent), flaws (jealous, clinging), and other things.
It turned out that I was living a secret life with this T.J., having great sex, going out to dinners, cooking at home with his Mexican maid, meeting his best friend Arielle, his mother and father (who live in Paris and London), and his sister (a children's book publisher in New York), having arguments, making up, getting gifts from him, making him gifts.....a whole other life, inside my head. It became a bit of an obsession of mine, to continue a story in my head that turned into chapters, then volumes, with T.J. This one story is how I first met him, in my favourite bar, at yet another low point in my life, and how painful it was to meet someone who represents everything I ever could have wanted, and thus could never deserve.
