to sleep in each others arms while the club continued on. We were in our own world and no one or nothing else mattered but us. Around 9:00 AM, we woke up and decided to go home, and he would make breakfast. As Jordan was putting the key in the door, Michael, Jordan’s other roommate, was reaching for the knob. “Hey, man, what’s up?” “Nothing, man,” he replied. “Hey, Michael, this is Haley. Expect to see a lot of her around here,” Jordan bragged. Michael replied that he has already been given the 4-1-1 on me and that I was welcome in the apartment anytime. He said he was on his way to the airport and would see everyone when he returned from Detroit. Michael and Jordan shook hands, and Michael reached over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Look, Haley,” he said, “I don’t know what you’ve done to my boy, but keep on doing whatever it is. It’s like he’s a new man!” “Has she meet Tyrese yet?” Michael asked. “No, she will when he comes back from his tour,” Jordan replied. Michael reached for his jacket and made his exit. Jordan turned around and looked at me with a whimsical smile. “Tyrese is a real character, we grew up together, and in fact we all did. But I’ll tell you about them later.”
This is exactly what I hoped for, a beautiful relationship. Everything, and I mean everything, was going great. We liked the same things, from food to music, to music to books, to religion, everything was in sync, and we complemented each other in every way. We could sense from each other’s eye jesters or body language if the other was uncomfortable and made the adjustment without uttering a word. From that night on, we were together. I was either at his apartment or he was at the house with me and Hobbs. He brought clothes from his apartment, and I brought my clothes to his apartment. We made space in each other’s closet and started living together in two different residences.
I couldn’t believe that seven months had gone by already, and things were great between us. But unfortunately all good things must end. We had to separate. Prior to meeting Jordan, I had planned a ten-day vacation to participate in the Athens marathon in Athens, Greece. I had mixed feelings about the trip. One reason was because I knew my ex-boyfriend John had also planned on going to the marathon. I hadn’t spoken to John since we broke up and was unsure how he would act. The second reason why I was uncomfortable was Jordan would be leaving for his tour two days after I return to the States with his dance company. He had scheduled performances in Hong Kong, Phuket, and Bangkok and would be away a total of six weeks. And my last concern was that Jordan would return to New York two days before Christmas then fly to Arizona and visit with his parents. Then on Christmas day, he would fly to Ohio to visit with his son for a couple of days. So I had one day to see him when he got home, and then he’d be off again. I knew that it would be a difficult adjustment, but that’s what I was faced with.
Anyway, November 2 came faster than I had expected. I had to be at the airport that evening so Jordan and I decided to spend the day making love. At 5:00 PM the alarm clock went off signaling for us to get up. I struggled to my feet and started getting my things together while Jordan fixed dinner. We left the house somewhere around six-thirty heading for the airport. Jordan held my hand tight as he pulled up to the departure terminal. He grabbed my bags out of the trunk; we kissed our good-byes. I slowly made my way through the terminal, checked my bags, and made my way through the security checkpoint. Once seated at my gate, I looked cautiously around to see if John was nearby and was relieved when I didn’t see him. At eight-thirty, the stewardess made and an announcement that we could board the plane. I held my breath and prayed as I walked down the ramp and made my way to my seat. It was ten minutes to take off and my psycho ex-boyfriend was nowhere in sight. I held my breath and prayed that he changed his