Starring in My Own Sitcom

I'm too tired to go into all of what happened last night...

  I knew Michael was up to something, and when we sat down at our table and I saw there were three settings, I knew something was up.  Some new con job or flight of fancy on Michaels' part where I was not only his girlfriend, but a pregnant one at that.

The other man - an older man named Gavil (I never heard that name before, he said it's Hungarian) - joined us about a half-an-hour after we got there.  Tall, gaunt, and very well-dressed, I could tell he'd been a hottie when he was younger and was, still, a very striking man with large, sad eyes and a quiet voice I had to strain to hear a few times.  He was unfailingly polite, and I was sorry I had ordered two glasses of champagne I didn't drink when he picked up the tab at the end of the meal as I thought I was sticking it to Michael for putting me in that situation.

I thought it was absurd.  Whether Michael pulled off whatever it was he was aiming for is questionable - if Gavil had any experience with Michael at all, I'm sure that he, too, found it absurd.  He, obviously, had money, and Michael, I've both observed and heard, will go through any number of hoops to acquire those desired shekels BUT work...

Who knows?  Michael isn't talking even though I've badgered him to distraction, and when I asked if I'd have to repeat my performance, he said I did not...  Did it fail?  Did he get - or prove - whatever he was striving for?  I don't know.  The best I can do is tell myself I got an excellent - truly exceptional - meal out of sitting there quietly, stuffing myself, while the pair of them made small talk I didn't connect to.  (I'd decided at the onset that the safest thing to do was to remain as quiet and unobtrusive as I could.)  For all I know, Michael just sold my ass to some elderly Arab man whose goons are going to kidnap me off the street in a day or two...

Ya never know.

Michael does fascinate me, though.  He's a little like my ex-husband, Brian.  Both of them can be charming and charismatic.  Both of them seem to feel that other people exist only for their amusement and to advance their own agendas.  Both of them would rather climb mountains, swim oceans, and risk death a thousand times over than get a fucking job.  The big difference is that Michael doesn't have the cruel streak that Brian had - instead of beating someone half to death to get his way, he cajoles; he wheedles; he charms; he swindles.

He has never - not once - left my place without carrying something of mine out with him that he is 'borrowing', never to be seen again...

Sigh...