I was shocked by his calmness and carelessness about the damage. When he put a cigarette to his lips, he inhaled as cool as Frank Sinatra. Oh shit, he’s more like a bald on the top, short on the side, Seinfeld’s George Costanza type only WAY more handsome.
Irina Dunn said, and was later famously quoted by Gloria Steinem, that “a woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle.” I thought those fish in the tank needed bikes about as much as I needed this guy.I told him how I came to Utah from Philly with just my clothes and a set of dishes from my Italian Grandmom Adalgisa Matteo.I told him I went to an all – girls private Catholic high school and that I was making up for the lack of freedom in my earlier life.Geoff Steurer is a licensed marriage and family therapist in St. He is also the co-author of “Love You, Hate the Porn: Healing a Relationship Damaged by Virtual Infidelity” and the audio series “Strengthening Recovery Through Strengthening Marriage” available at George, a treatment program for couples and individuals impacted by pornography and sexual addiction.He had the wit of Larry David with a relaxed west coast attitude. Steve has the best stories, and he told me some that night…like how he grew up in Beverly Hills next to Sonny and Cher, was a pool hustler in his youth, turned professional gambler in Las Vegas in the 70’s, and when he rented Robert Redford’s former home, secretly converted the bottom level into a hydroponic marijuana grow operation.She was the only person I knew in Utah who had a Bergdorf Goodman credit card and we stylishly became fast friends. Rebecca suggested I meet a friend of “Alias” for sushi.She was dating a Marlboro Man-looking guy with an alias, whom she met in Alcoholics Anonymous. I agreed and I didn’t put any thought into who I was meeting.When Rebecca described me as this “cute all-Italian girl with dark brown hair from back east who works at the City Weekly,” he knew exactly who I was. The night of the dinner I looked effortlessly casual in my short black tight skirt, blue strappy tank and black wedges from Urban Outfitters.In homogenous “Small Lake City,” there aren’t too many people who fit my description, and he remembered meeting me a year before at a party. My date pulled up to the old reclaimed church, which then housed the city’s trendiest sushi spot, in a classy white 5 Series BMW. I’d dated guys in the past driving an assortment of beaters, graceless commuter vehicles, boring company sedans and one who rode a skateboard.