A New Man In My Life.

As my next court date grew near, well not near but closer, I began to worry that he would find a way to postpone it again. I spoke to my lawyer and asked that he give me every scenario of what could happen when we walked into court. Looking back I realize this was probably an unnecessary, not to mention expensive, move, but the last time I was so unprepared for the postponement I didn’t want to be taken by surprise again. In the state of California the family court system doesn’t care who did what, it’s called a “no fault” state. Basically, it means they don’t care that my husband had a double life or that we had lived together for four years. All that mattered was the date we got married and that I walked out on our marriage four months after we walked down the aisle. It is a dumb law- just sayin.

After reliving my week of “one-year” mark memories, I decided to take my friends up on the invite to spend a week in Hawaii. I thought it would be a great time for me to relax. I could work from anywhere I had a phone and a laptop, and the idea of getting out of LA for a bit sounded like heaven. This trip would be very different from the last time I was in Hawaii. I had no intention of sitting on the side of the pool and crying for two hours; I did however have plans of lying next to the pool with a cocktail in hand for many hours! I was in a much better place and felt like I could enjoy myself. Just looking at my calendar these days made me exhausted, so I welcomed the break.

I also had a new man in my life, my assistant Jack, and he was fabulous. He was reliable, honest, funny, caring, had flawless style and fabulous hair. He could give a look of death in less than 3 seconds, one of those looks you can only learn from your east coast Italian mother. He quickly learned about everything that was going on in my life, and I began to notice that my calendar was suddenly so packed that I didn’t have time to be sad or lonely. From the day Jack started working for me, he always knew what was best. Jack had dropped out of Medical School to move to LA and become a stylist. When he first told me this, I blurted out, “wow, your parents must be so proud,” intending to sound as sarcastic as it did. He immediately laughed, and I knew we would be together forever! A celebrity client of mine introduced Jack and me, he had interned on a movie she had just finished and when I mentioned I was looking for someone she jumped at the chance to introduce us. It was love at first site. Jack quickly became the man in my life.

I was crazy busy with work and decided I didn’t even have time for men in my life other than Jack. Of course, Jaxton was in and out, per our usual routine of the past one hundred years. Rick, on the other hand, was in my life often, he was someone I relied on regularly; he was dependable, strong, caring and kind. I remember on particularly stressful week, he called and asked if I could be at a meeting with him the next afternoon. I agreed, even when he called back 2 minutes later to say that I better clear my whole afternoon because the meeting may take a while. I didn’t have time to ask questions, so I said ok and rearranged my week to block off the day. I figured the meeting regarded a show we had discussed and that we probably had several meetings lined up back to back. Rick was picking me up at 9 am and at 8:30 he called. “Wear something comfortable,” he said. “What does that mean?” I asked. “Well, you need to wear shorts and tennis shoes,” he replied. “I am NOT wearing shorts and tennis shoes to a meeting!” I said with my voice raising. “Well, I might have stretched the truth a bit about the meeting. We are not exactly going to a meeting today. Just get dressed, and I will explain when I pick you up, be there soon!” He said as he quickly hung up the phone. Grrrr, I was so pissed. I had a super busy schedule and didn’t have time for this shit. I took a deep breath and decided to put on shorts and tennis shoes and meet him outside. Rick had been a great friend, and I wasn’t going to throw a fit when he was trying to do something nice, though I thought about it.

“Where the fuck are we going?” I said as I got into the car and slammed the door. “Good morning to you too,” he said in an annoyingly cheering voice. He immediately started driving, probably so I couldn’t get out of the car. Before he could tell me where we were going I started asking a million questions; “Where are we going? What time will we be back? Will have cell service? Why didn’t you tell me?” “Just relax! You have had a rough couple of weeks, and I think you deserve a day of fun. He didn’t know I was headed to Hawaii in a few days, and I decided to keep that to myself. No need to ruin his fun! As we drove further and further outside of LA, I was totally stumped. Finally, I got it out of him; we were going zip lining at some semi-ski mountain town 2 hours outside of LA. WHAT? I had two thoughts; two hours outside of LA??? And, this was the sweetest thing anyone had done for me in a long time!

Being a girl who is afraid of heights I knew this was going to be a challenge for me, but it was exactly what I needed. The field trip got me out of my head, which has always been pretty difficult to do, and got me smiling and laughing all day. I couldn’t remember the last time I had that much fun. After our zip lining adventure, we went for Mexican food and beers. It was the perfect ending to an unexpected perfect day!

As I left for Hawaii, I knew all the time on my hands would either be a great thing or a not great thing. At times, I feel that too much time on my hands causes me to over think things, wait, but maybe that is wine. Lately overthinking things had become my new past time, and it was dangerous. I started writing in my journal more and more and when I would go back and read the entries it always seemed like someone else had written them. I would swing between sad and lonely to positive glass half full, I can concour the world attitude. I don’t know if it was the roller coaster of emotions or the feeling of being a stranger to myself, but either way it was exhausting! Sabrina would tell me it was perfectly normal, but I felt like I was crazy.

Once I arrived in Hawaii and smelled the ocean air, I decided to treat Hawaii like a spa vacation. I slept a lot, went for long walks each day, swam in the ocean, tried not to drink too much. I wanted to come back from the trip feeling great, and I did.

I came back feeling powerful and recharged. I knew it was going to be a hellish couple of months with work, my pending court date and the holidays. I am not a fan of Halloween and barley recognize it as a holiday, ever. I would spend Thanksgiving in New Hampshire for the Miss New Hampshire USA pageant and though I hated not being with my family on holidays, this year it was a relief. The thought of going home this year didn’t even sound fun. The thought of sitting around a table, seeing friends, and having everyone giving me pitty face was something I was not interested in. I decided work was the perfect excuse to avoid my first holiday as a single!

Single & Stylish,

xx Keylee

As I think about the holidays and spending time in cooler weather I think about winter coats, and this year I am obsessed with capes! They have such a glamourous European feel to them and they are perfect for fall and winter- in LA there isn’t that much difference!

*All of the events I have written about in the above and previous posts are about me, my life, my experiences and from my point of view.

© Keylee Sanders, Style Studio LLC and KeyleeStyle.com, 2014. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Keylee Sanders, Style Studio LLC and KeyleeStyle.com with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.


Andrew was the perfect distraction.  He was from Portugal but had lived in the US since college and only recently moved back to his family home in the country side.  Andrew was straight forward, giving, passionate, funny, and interesting…and I only knew this from email, I hadn’t even heard his voice yet.  He was a distraction I was enjoying and at the time the distance, approximately 5,500 miles was exactly what I needed!  I was still quite a mess and the last thing I needed was a random drop by from a guy, or anyone for that matter.  I had figured out the bank account situation, aka my husband shutting it down and taking all the money out and I was starting to feel better about life.  I had even started to research divorce lawyers.  My husband, who was communicating through our therapist, thought we should use a mediator and not go through lawyers.  In hindsight he was probably right but at the time I couldn’t trust him as far as I could throw him so there was no way in hell that was happening.

The night had finally come, my first date with Andrew.  He had just arrived in LA that morning but I was leaving for the 4th of July holiday the next morning so we made it work.  I went home every year, it was my favorite week with my family.  I had been spending the 4th of July at our lake house since I was 3 years old and it was my happy place.  This year my father called about two weeks prior to tell me we would not be spending our holiday at the house I had grown up in but we were going to a different lake.  What?  But that was my happy place…and I needed my happy place.  I didn’t want to go to a different lake, I wanted to go to the house I had been going to for the past 30 years!   Though I was super disappointed it was small on my scale of disappointment lately and I was still excited to see my family and spend time with my nieces!

I was more anxious than ever to get home and it took the nervousness out of my date. It was a first date and  I hadn’t been on a real first date since my husband, so my nerves were a bit high!  The good news was that before Andrew arrived I felt like we already knew each other, we had been communicating for over two weeks via email and talked about everything under the sun; travel, food, favorites, music, life, religion, family and love.  He talked about love a lot and very openly.  It was a very foreign concept to me but thus far it was a huge turn on.  I felt like I was a whole different person with him, he made me feel sexy and confident and we hadn’t even met yet.  I got excited when his name popped up in my inbox and I spent way too much time crafting the perfect response.  From the photos we had shared with each other  his home was like a fairytale.  He lived in a huge piece of land located in the countryside of and had been in his family for generations.  Rolling his, 500 year old stone buildings, orchards… it was so very different that Kansas or California.

I had thrown on jeans, heels and a blazer because it was a Monday night and I had picked a sushi place for our date.  Cool and casual yet sexy and laid back.   I had never dated a guy from Europe and as it turns out I had no idea what I was up against.  Andrew arrived to pick me up and when I walked out of my building her was standing outside of the car.  He didn’t look anything like any guy I had dated and was as polar opposite as my husband. Andrew was literally tall, dark and handsome!  Shaved head, slim figure, leather jacket, full lips, dark eyes… I was not disappointed at all!  As we got in the car I immediately felt comfortable with him, no tension from either of us just lots of excitement!  Needless to say dinner was amazing.  Conversation was easy, we laughed a lot and never stopped talking. Andrew was one of those people who looked directly into your eyes when he spoke to you.  It didn’t matter who he was talking to; me, the waitress or the valet it was like he looked into your soul when he spoke to you and you were the only person in the world!

Durning dinner we talked about everything you can imagine and I was particularly interested in what his life was like in Portugal.  “You will see when you come visit,” he said. I laughed and day dreamed about doing just that for a brief moment.  The one thing we had not spoke about was our past.  He had an idea of what I had been though, our mutual friend had given him the cliff notes and he wasn’t interested in filling me in on his past either and at that point I was perfectly fine with that!  It was nice to not have to discuss and explain everything in detail.  At this point it felt like my impending divorce was the only topic of conversation in my life.  It was all I spoke about with my family, my friends, interviewing lawyers…. I was over it.  For those brief moments with Andrew I was just Keylee, not Keylee going through a divorce.  Bliss.

Finally the jet lag was catching up with him and I had an early flight so we ended the evening.  Andrew drove me back to my apartment and we pulled up I started to feel disappointed that I was not going to see him for 7 days.  He got out and walked me to the door, as we said good night he grabbed my hand and leaned in gently to kiss me.  At first  it was super soft and gentle, then full on….the whole thing was 100% electric.  It was literally like a bolt of lightening went through me body.  As he pulled away I was so in shock I stood there in a daze as he walked back to his car.  I don’t think I had ever experienced a kiss where my toes went numb….until that moment.  I highly recommend it to everyone.

The  next day as I was headed to the airport I was still in a happy haze from that kiss but needed to speak to the divorce lawyer I had decided to hire before I got on my flight.  I was headed home for the first time since I had escaped to Kansas and I wanted to just relax with my family and not worry about anything.  He informed me of the first to file theory that was  important in the state of California and pushed me to file for a legal separation before my husband filed paperwork.  I told him I was on the road and wasn’t sure what I could do but thanks to modern technology on July 2nd I filed for legal separation from my husband.

Single & Stylish,

xx Keylee

Since Andrew I have been on many first dates but my uniform stays generally the same; jeans, heels and a blazer!

*All of the events I have written about in the above and previous posts are about me, my life, my experiences and from my point of view.

© Keylee Sanders, Style Studio LLC and KeyleeStyle.com, 2014. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Keylee Sanders, Style Studio LLC and KeyleeStyle.com with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.