After a year I wanted to end the relationship. The more I knew him the less interesting he became. Despite his aroused size he lacked depth as a lover and didnít appreciate the irony of life. He was too wrapped into himself to be a lover. I consider myself kind and never mean spirited yet was tormenting him. I had become a bitch and would tease him with stories I made up.
"Enrico a guy came up to me at the market yesterday, you know the Lucky Store near my house. He just walked up and asked my name. Weird, huh, what should I do when men do that? It's happened more than once."
"Just walk away, ignore them."
"In a grocery store, isn't that rude? He might start following me. He asked if I liked to cook. I told him I love to. He was kind of cute. I just gave him my nick name not real name and told him I was married and didnít give him my phone number. Do you tell women youíre married?"
I bragged about my husband, teased his wife might be seeing another, and flirted with men when in public with him. The friction between us increased. I wanted out.
Then at the start of 1979 my husband announced we were moving to the Pacific Northwest. He was tired of his job, traffic and the constant change of Silicon Valley. I agreed it was time to leave the world we grew up in which was no longer our world. Moving was our attempt to relocate to the world we did grow up in. Silicon Valley had morphed into an alien world. It was time to move on.
As the Enrico relationship sputtered I set an end date, told him, for a change, I reserved room 314 and to meet me at noon the next day. He asked why I was getting the room but I suspect he was pleased to avoid the expense and he gobbled up my excuse it was my turn.
I had bought him a suit for Christmas and a gold bracelet on his birthday so spending something for him was not unusual but he still suspected something was up which it was but it was something down for him. Thereíd be no going away present.
Previously I went straight to the room with him waiting for my tap on the door. Desk clerks occasionally smiled at me as I walked to the elevator but I never took any recognition of them. I donít know if they associated me with Enrico and room 314 but after a year I suspected they did. Initially I exited from a rear door off the stair well to avoid the lobby stare but after a while stopped caring what desk clerks thought, used the elevator and boldly strolled out the lobby front door.
I knew the maids knew when room 314 was used short time with I and Enrico were the guests. They knew I waltzed in and out shortly after Enrico came and left. They gave me a confidence smile if I happened to pass their cleaning cart in the corridor. They were allies due to the small tips left.
When getting the room, I had to use my credit card and real name to check in but brought cash to pay for advanced check out to avoid the charge showing up in my statement. After registering I handed the clerk money for checkout charges including room tax.
The desk clerk stared at my driver's license and credit card for a long time as I requested room 314. He kept them until I paid cast then handed them back with a smirk with my change after calculating what the final charge was.