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Cameron
Sunday had been even busier than Saturday, which was strange in my line of work since Sundays were usually the days these people traveled back to their lives and their jobs. Maybe the ultra-rich had the comfort of knowing their billion-dollar estates would still be there on Tuesday. We finished up the form portion of our class, and I headed inside while Glen saw everyone off down the mountain. I needed to straighten up the classroom and get it ready for Monday’s classes. I really liked having a partner in this business. It kept me from working even more hours than I already had to. I really was hoping that Glen wasn’t serious about this whole settling down thing because I wasn’t looking forward to doing this on my own.
Though I did enjoy my quiet time and having my space to come and go as I pleased, it was nice to have him there to talk to. On top of that, he had my back more times than I could remember, keeping me out of trouble and harm’s way. If it weren’t for him, I would end up in a lot stickier situations than I already ended up in. Case in point, Myra from the day before. I actually had seen her in the lobby, collecting her things before leaving earlier in the day, but I had ducked into the conference room and waited until she left, not wanting to deal with a teary goodbye on her part. Luckily, she looked just fine, almost excited to be leaving, which made me think she had more than just sand and surf to go home to. Girls like that always had complex lives, and I was not the guy that wanted to deal with complex.
I collected all the folders and put them back in the box at the front and pulled out the intermediate folders. The class the next morning was not for the bunny slope, but they still would take a class here before we headed up one level for the skiing. No matter what level they were, we were required to go over safety measures before teaching them some new techniques to help them move up to the harder slopes. This was my favorite class to teach because they weren’t just there to look pretty by the fire, yet they weren’t advanced enough to be snide and know-it-alls. As I set the last of the folders out on the desks, Glen came through the door, knocking his boots on the rug.
“It’s really coming down out there.” He chuckled. “It’s nice actually working in a place where the snow is not man-made. I hate the sound of the blowers on the slopes. It makes it less relaxing.”
“Agreed.” I sighed. “I just wish I had time to do some skiing every once in a while.”
“We will,” he said. “There are always a couple of days leading up to Christmas where our schedules aren’t as tight.”
“True,” I replied, tossing him his wallet and keys.
“Hey, let’s go to the lounge after this and get some drinks,” Glen said, smiling.
“Hell, I’m down,” I replied. “I could use a big glass of whiskey and some hot girls to warm me up after a day like this, especially now that I know Myra and her friends are gone. That nearly ruined all my fun. But you always have one clingy one per trip so hopefully she was it, and I can move on. She was pretty cool about it, though, at least after I explained it to her.”
“That’s probably because you are a complete asshole.” Glen chuckled. “Girls love assholes. She will be thinking about you for weeks after this.”
“That’s fine, as long as it’s in the comfort of her sunny, Southern California surf bungalow.” I laughed.
We finished up in the classroom and skied down the mountain, landing at the bottom and sending our skis to our rooms with the concierge. I loved that perk of working there. It always made me feel way more important than I really was. We took off our jackets and walked into the lounge, not surprised at all at how packed it was. The crowd was a mixture of good-looking men, all trying to pick up good-looking women. I had to say, I was a bit disappointed in how many men were there, especially since I knew the majority of them had really deep pockets, something that clearly attracted women like these. However, I was happy to sit down, listen to the band play, grab a beer and a whiskey, and scope out my surroundings.
Glen and I took two seats at the end of the bar and ordered our drinks, sitting there looking up at the muted television screens. I took in a deep breath and let it out, glad to be done with such a crazy weekend, though there didn’t seem to be any let up in sight. I looked over at Glen to find him staring off into space, obviously overthinking things like he always did.
“You gonna zone back in, or should I leave you with your thoughts?”
“Oh, sorry man,” Glen said, taking a sip of his beer. “Just thinking. That’s all.”
“All right,” I sighed, turning to him. “I’ll bite. What’s up?”
“I was just thinking about the future,” he said. “You know, maybe having a family one day. Do you want one?”
“A family?”
“Yeah, you know, your people,” he said. “A wife, some kids, a regular job where you have like a house and car and all of those things. Maybe take a family vacation every year, celebrate Christmas with them, instead of alone in a hotel eating whatever the hotel prepared for Christmas dinner. An actual life. I know, I know. You don’t want to hear about it. You are perfectly content with your rock and roll lifestyle. I just figured that it couldn’t last forever, and I want to be happy when this part of my life is done.”
“I don’t know, man.” I laughed. “I think I could keep doing this for a very long time.”
“You say that.” He chuckled. “But I remember a time when I was the one dragging you out every night. I was the one talking about doing this, doing those girls, and just living my life on the road until I was old and gray.”
“Yeah, I remember that, too. So, what happened?”
“I don’t know, man.” He sighed. “I just woke up one day and started thinking about it.”
“Is this like a midlife crisis thing?”
“I sure hope not.” He laughed. “I’m only twenty-eight. That would be too short of a life for me.”
I sat there listening to Glen talk about the future, about family, and about settling down in life. It was not what I wanted to hear after a long, hard day while sitting at a bar, looking at all the sexy women around me. The real answer behind all the teasing was no, I hadn’t thought about, nor did I want to think about it. My life was easy, carefree, and exactly how I wanted it. I had a ton of friends with wives, and while there was a small percentage of them that were blissfully happy, the majority of them were miserable. They didn’t choose their path well, and now, they were stuck, married to really big bitches and finding every excuse to get out of the house. I didn’t want to be tied down like that, and the fact that I hadn’t met a single woman that would make me want to be tied down didn’t help me see his point of view on things.
As I sat there listening, but not really listening, my eyes wandered to the other side of the room where a big-tittied, buxom blonde was standing with her girlfriends. She was staring right at me, whispering to her friends and then looking over and smiling. Now, normally in this situation, I would grab Glen and get him laid, too, but the last thing I wanted was for him to accidently give any of these girls the wrong impression. Instead, I was going to use this opportunity to my advantage.
“Hey, Mr. Married with Children,” I said, slapping Glen on the back. “While this conversation is riveting, there is a sexy blonde across the room making eye contact with me. So, if you could kindly hold that thought, or not, your choice. I’m going to go ov
er there and not get tied down, unless she’s into that kind of thing.”
