Jane is a 33-year-old art teacher. She says, “I’m a busy mother of two young boys who dresses with a sense of individuality. Being a creative person spills over into my wardrobe, as well as my everyday life.” Jane is “an avid belly dancer” who makes soap, paints and draws. Jane had been “recovering from a bad split” for a couple of years when she met Saheed.
Saheed was great. He always knew how to cheer me up. One Friday, I had come home from a difficult day at work. It was my birthday weekend, and I was expecting some down time. I was barely scraping by financially after my divorce, so I knew it was going to be a low-key birthday. I walked in the door, and was met with a quiet house and an envelope on my kitchen table. Inside there was a note and an airplane ticket to Quebec City. The note read, “Don’t worry about anything. I’ve arranged for your mom to look after the boys. Someone will be at your house to pick you up at 6:30. Pack lightly. Meet you there and have a safe flight.”
Incredulously, I called my mom just to make sure. She wouldn’t give an inch when I asked her questions. Knowing that my boys were safe — and appreciating some time off, since my boys are with me all the time — I continued to pack. I felt so much anticipation. What was he planning? What did he mean by packing “lightly?” He must already be there, since he wrote “safe flight?” A million questions kept running through my mind, and the more questions I had, the more excited I became.
I was ready by 6 and sat on the couch looking out the window waiting for my ride. It was one of the longest waits of my life. I had hyped myself up so much. Sure enough, at 6:25, a limo rolled up my gate. I blinked and wiped my house, just to be sure. I was out the door with my bag before the limo driver reached my front steps. As he drove to the airport, I couldn’t help but tell my driver what was happening. Poor man was held captive while I recounted what had happened so far, and shared all the thoughts that had been running through my mind.
Upon landing, there was another limo waiting for me. I was driven to the old town and pulled up in front of the Château Frontenac. It looked like a castle soaring into the sky. When you’re in old Quebec City, you feel like you’re in Europe. It was all so exotic. I walked up to the front desk and told them my name. Of course, they were expecting me. My ride up in the elevator had me thinking of how surreal these past hours had been. Here I was, preparing to stay at home and now I was in Old Quebec City on an adventure. You never know what life will throw your way.
As I reached the door, Saheed opened it before I knocked. It was obvious the concierge had told him I was on my way. Upon entering, I found a bubble bath waiting for me alongside a chilled bottle of Dom Pérignon. I was in awe. After my bath, he excitedly took me to the closet and threw open the door to expose all the clothes I would need for our trip. It was amazing. Saheed told me that he was turned on picking out clothes for me, and we had fun as I tried everything on.
The weekend was filled with beautiful dinners at some of the best restaurants in the city, leisurely strolls through all the quaint streets and shops — and of course, the sex was fantastic. Saheed knew I was going through a rough time with my ex and was stressed to the max; I think he wanted me to know that not all men are like my ex. At one point, he even had me sit for a portrait, drawn by a local artist. I was totally spoiled and loved every minute of it.
Saheed knew I was overwhelmed with full-time work and full-time motherhood. I was so happy to have a beautiful escape, even for a weekend. That birthday is one I will always remember.
Culled from http://www.thestar.com/