rotation he negotiated before Michele. Prior to their unlikely reconnection, Solomon went round and round between them, a carousel of meaningless and misleading sex.
But he needed the women for a number of reasons, reasons he did not truly contemplate until those days waiting to have lunch with Michele. The more Texas margaritas he consumed, the more honest he was with himself.
So, Solomon sipped cocktails and spewed truths. He confessed to himself that he juggled women because he did not like being aloneâa hard reality for someone who claimed he did not care much for people; that despite the confidence he showed, there was an underlying insecurity that needed women to validate his worth; that he loved sexually pleasing women and being pleased, but only physicallyânot for an emotional charge because he could not put his emotions in a position to be influenced by women.
Above all, he surmised that there was something wrong with all that, something wrong with him .
By the fourth drink, he figured it out:
He did not have a soul.
That revelation saddened him, for a moment. He asked himself: Where did it go? How did it go? His spirits quickly changed when the next revelation arrived: Regaining Micheleâs love would be tantamount to regaining his soul.
And so his commitment was redoubled. If it were not 1:37 a.m., he would have called Michele right then. But consideringthe impact the liquor had on his mind, it was a good thing that he got to sleep it off and start fresh the next day.
If he had called, Michele would have answered. Unlike Solomon, who could not find his friend Ray to be a sounding board, Michele unloaded all her conflicting emotions on Sonya, who was a willing listener.
âSo you think I should go out with him?â Michele asked Sonya. âForget all about what he did to me?â
âIn a word, âyes,ââ she answered. âWhat are you proving by going against your heart? Youâve been basically miserable for eight years. If you didnât have Gerald, youâd be crazyâand driving me crazy.
âHereâs a man who is open about making a mistake and apologizing for it. Most guys wonât even apologize for not opening the door for you. From what you have told me, Solomon has been almost overly apologetic.
âSo I say, again, give him a chance. Because he did something years ago doesnât mean heâll do it againâor that you shouldnât forgive him. If you let your son go out with him, then why not you?â
Her cousin made perfect sense, but Michele learned something about herself: She was not a chance-taker.
âHonestly, the easy thing for me to do is to go on with my life,â she said. âThereâs no risk in thatâI know what thatâs like.â
âWell, you canâand willâdo what you want,â Sonya said. âBut to go on with your life when youâre not happy with itâ¦well, that doesnât show me a lot. Hereâs my last point and Iâm done with it: Thereâs something called risk-reward. The bigger the risk, the bigger the reward. Sometimes, thatâs what it comes down to in life. To me, thereâs something exciting about that. And whenever we can throw excitement into our lives, how can that be bad?â
Sonya then got up, hugged her cousin and left Michele in her home to deal with her dilemma. She was in a struggle with twosides of herself, and they were at a stalemate. When she finally pulled herself off the couch near 2 a.m., she stopped by Geraldâs room to look in on him.
She stood in the doorway and watched him sleep soundly. Her existence was about providing and protecting Gerald. Michele threw herself into him partly so she would not have to deal with her loneliness.
The reality was that no man before or after Solomon even dented her sensibilities. She dated because it was, basically, a necessary evil. It had become so droll until it eventually
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