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Authors: Jean Marie Stanberry
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looking at me puzzled.
“Okay, ex-partner, best friend, whatever you want to call him. Justin was my skating partner years ago when I skated professionally. The two of us were paired when we were basically just kids, we have been best friends since I was twelve and he was sixteen. He still lives in Chicago. I really miss not having him around,” I told him.
“When did you skate professionally? Were you like an Olympic Gold medalist? Sorry, I never really followed figure skating,” said Ron, giving me another smile, my heart seemed to melt. I took a deep breath and struggled to focus.
“It was years ago, Justin and I went to the Olympics, but it was a bit of a disaster, so we didn’t medal. We did get the bronze medal at the world championships the following year, then we skated with the European Theater Company for three years and toured all over Europe,” I told him.
“That sounds like a blast,” said Ron.
“It was, those were great times,” I told him, smiling at the memories.
“Did you know you have a beautiful smile?” said Ron, once again flashing me a stunning smile of his own.
My heart accelerated crazily. I could feel the heat of my cheeks blushing. “Thank you,” I said, I was too embarrassed to even look at him. I felt like a silly school girl.
“So tell me about yourself, are you married? Do you have kids?” asked Ron, taking a sip of his drink.
“I am currently going through a divorce after more than twenty years of marriage to my husband Greg, and I have two children, a son Ramsey, and a daughter Baylee.
They are both away at college,” I told him with a sigh.
“I’m sorry, that’s pretty rough,” he said, giving me a wry smile.
“It’s okay,” I told him with a sigh. “That’s why I’m doing something new, moving on. How about you, are you married?” I asked.
“Yep, I have two beautiful daughters, eight and ten years old. I guess that’s how they were able to coerce me into doing this show. I guess you could say, I’m really in it for the money,” he said, taking another sip of his drink.
“Oh?” I wasn’t really sure what to say.
“My wife hasn’t been very happy since I retired from football. I was ready to retire, I wasn’t sure how long my body could take the abuse, playing football. Now that I’m a commentator, the paychecks aren’t as big, yet my wife just keeps spending money, like I’m still pulling in the big bucks. She rides me all the time about my retirement, if it were up to her, I guess I’d be back on the football field,” he said, shaking his head ruefully.
“She doesn’t care that you might be hurt?” I asked, incredulously.
“She was the one that pushed me to do this show. I wasn’t so sure when Jorge approached me. I thought I was too old to learn to skate, besides, I have a bit of a bad hip. Jorge really didn’t care if I could skate or not, he just wanted my name in the credits. Jenae didn’t care if I felt comfortable doing it or not, think of the money, she said.”
I frowned when he said that. I hated to be judgmental, I didn’t know her at all, but she sounded incredibly shallow to me.
“I guess she doesn’t care that you could hurt yourself skating, since you’ve never done this before,” I was frowning, I had never met the woman, but I didn’t like her at all.
“She cares I guess, she just worries about the girls, she wants them to have a good life,” he said, shrugging.
I nodded at him half heartedly. He loved her, he obviously couldn’t see her for the gold digger that she was.
“What about your soon to be ex-husband? What does he think about you jetting off to L.A. to be in some silly reality TV show?” asked Ron.
“He
“Okay, ex-partner, best friend, whatever you want to call him. Justin was my skating partner years ago when I skated professionally. The two of us were paired when we were basically just kids, we have been best friends since I was twelve and he was sixteen. He still lives in Chicago. I really miss not having him around,” I told him.
“When did you skate professionally? Were you like an Olympic Gold medalist? Sorry, I never really followed figure skating,” said Ron, giving me another smile, my heart seemed to melt. I took a deep breath and struggled to focus.
“It was years ago, Justin and I went to the Olympics, but it was a bit of a disaster, so we didn’t medal. We did get the bronze medal at the world championships the following year, then we skated with the European Theater Company for three years and toured all over Europe,” I told him.
“That sounds like a blast,” said Ron.
“It was, those were great times,” I told him, smiling at the memories.
“Did you know you have a beautiful smile?” said Ron, once again flashing me a stunning smile of his own.
My heart accelerated crazily. I could feel the heat of my cheeks blushing. “Thank you,” I said, I was too embarrassed to even look at him. I felt like a silly school girl.
“So tell me about yourself, are you married? Do you have kids?” asked Ron, taking a sip of his drink.
“I am currently going through a divorce after more than twenty years of marriage to my husband Greg, and I have two children, a son Ramsey, and a daughter Baylee.
They are both away at college,” I told him with a sigh.
“I’m sorry, that’s pretty rough,” he said, giving me a wry smile.
“It’s okay,” I told him with a sigh. “That’s why I’m doing something new, moving on. How about you, are you married?” I asked.
“Yep, I have two beautiful daughters, eight and ten years old. I guess that’s how they were able to coerce me into doing this show. I guess you could say, I’m really in it for the money,” he said, taking another sip of his drink.
“Oh?” I wasn’t really sure what to say.
“My wife hasn’t been very happy since I retired from football. I was ready to retire, I wasn’t sure how long my body could take the abuse, playing football. Now that I’m a commentator, the paychecks aren’t as big, yet my wife just keeps spending money, like I’m still pulling in the big bucks. She rides me all the time about my retirement, if it were up to her, I guess I’d be back on the football field,” he said, shaking his head ruefully.
“She doesn’t care that you might be hurt?” I asked, incredulously.
“She was the one that pushed me to do this show. I wasn’t so sure when Jorge approached me. I thought I was too old to learn to skate, besides, I have a bit of a bad hip. Jorge really didn’t care if I could skate or not, he just wanted my name in the credits. Jenae didn’t care if I felt comfortable doing it or not, think of the money, she said.”
I frowned when he said that. I hated to be judgmental, I didn’t know her at all, but she sounded incredibly shallow to me.
“I guess she doesn’t care that you could hurt yourself skating, since you’ve never done this before,” I was frowning, I had never met the woman, but I didn’t like her at all.
“She cares I guess, she just worries about the girls, she wants them to have a good life,” he said, shrugging.
I nodded at him half heartedly. He loved her, he obviously couldn’t see her for the gold digger that she was.
“What about your soon to be ex-husband? What does he think about you jetting off to L.A. to be in some silly reality TV show?” asked Ron.
“He
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