But what all his friends say is true: I didn’t ask for help in the beginning. I LIKED IT! I liked being with him because he was kind and tender and made me feel special and beautiful.
And you know what? There is a lie written at Lies People Tell and I know now it is one of those real lies that men use against women all the time: You are beautiful and I love you! They might not just come right out and say this, but they do say it and when they say it they may not mean it. How am I supposed to know if he meant it or not?
I walked out into the living room of the suite that he rented for us and it was filled with roses. Long Stem Red Roses. Like a movie. He had had someone arrange hundreds and hundreds of fresh roses all over the room. Beautiful vases everywhere.
We had breakfast that first morning together and he looked in my eyes and said, "Can you stay?"
"I’m here aren’t I?" I said.
And he said, "No. I mean I know you’re here for the weekend but I want you to stay. In L.A. I want you to move in with me."
This should have been a warning to me but it wasn’t. What it did was make me dizzy and in love and I would have done anything for him and he knew it.
"Well, I don’t know," I was acting cool again. "I haven’t even seen your place."
Yeah, I wanna see pictures of hot, naked chicks!
