girl and when I saw
you with that woman, I realized that it is highly unlikely that a man like you,
at your age, on this island, doesn’t have a woman.”
“So
honestly, that’s what made me retreat. I just don’t have room in my life for
complications of any kind – especially those that involve a man. I just don’t.”
“I
respect your honesty,” Redmond said, “now, let me tell you something. The woman
you saw me with used to be a – how shall I put this – special friend. In fact,
we dealt with each other for about three years.”
“Like
some men, some women can find it hard to let go. I like Natalie; she’s
obviously beautiful and we shared some great times together. But, I’ve never
been in love with her and I told her so and we stopped sleeping together about
a year ago.”
“At
first she thought I was moving on to someone else because, you’re right, a lot
of tourists – which includes many attractive women – come and go on this
island. But that’s never been my style.”
“So
why did you stop, uhm, ‘dealing’ with her like that if it wasn’t another
woman?” Janey asked. “My impression was that most men – especially once they
reach a certain age – like to have a special someone at home, even if they
aren’t necessarily in love.”
“That
may be true for a lot of men, especially those who are stuck on an island with
nothing going on and no chance of getting off via a work visa, marriage, etc.
But again, it’s not my style.
“I
run my own business and know how to be alone. In fact, I quite enjoy it. Maybe
too much according to some of the females I’ve been involved with over the
years.”
“But,
you’re right about one thing . . . I am getting to that age where I want to
settle down and have a special someone to come home to. But for me, it can’t
just be anyone.”
“Look,
every man or woman can get their physical needs satisfied. That’s just a
reality. And that’s what Natalie was for me, although we were, no – are – friends
too and have a lot of fun together. “
“This
island is small. We know a lot of the same people, which means we’re constantly
running into each other. She probably has hopes of us getting back together
because I haven’t taken another long-term lover since her, even though ours was
never a committed relationship.”
Janey
took a mental note of the phrase ‘long-term lover’, letting it go and instead
saying, “So I ask again, why did you stop dealing with her on a physical
level?” Janey repeated.
Without
hesitating, Redmond responded, “Because I’m 38 years old. I’m getting to a
point in my life where I want to settle down permanently. Even though what
Natalie and I shared was fun, it wasn’t real and I felt emptier and emptier
every time I left her bed, or she left mine.”
“Forgive
me for being so blunt, but there comes a time when a man wants to stop fucking
and start making love Janey.”
“Don’t
get me wrong, we’ll take great sex every time, but I’ve had the other – great
sex in a committed relationship. I have hopes of finding that again . . . of
finding love again.”
“Again?”
Janey questioned.
Chapter
8: Redmond
The
bartender came over from behind the bar and asked if they’d like to order
drinks.
They’d
been sitting and talking for almost an hour and he said that since they’d been
so intensely in conversation, he hadn’t wanted to disturb them.
Amazed
that time had flown so quickly, Redmond cocked an eyebrow at Janey as if to
ask, “Are we having drinks?”
Janey
ordered a glass of wine, a Chilean Syrah . Redmond opted for a beer, his seemingly preferred alcoholic beverage of choice.
“You’re a diverse drinker. I expected
you to order a whiskey like you did at the club last night.”
“One of the prerequisites of owning a
travel blog network is that you always have to sample new things in order