Poor David, on the other hand, had more rejections than offers and had to end up in the orgy room, taking whatever, he could get.
We only stayed for one day. After saving dozens of phone numbers I was given, we headed back to Washington.
I sat on the Amtrak train, tired but ecstatic from the triumph in the Big Apple. When I realized it, David brought me a gift he bought at Grand Central Station.
It’s a jade ring with gold. “I love you,” he says. “No more baths, I swear. I want you to be my lover.”
“Are you proposing marriage to me? In twenty-four hours, we went from an open relationship to a closed one?”
“Yes, and this includes the Senator. No more visits to the Capitol.”
Great promises that none would fulfill. But a marriage, and the first one, made me happy.