I Had Found Heaven.

The next morning I woke up from a sleep so deep that for a moment I wasn’t sure where I was. As I blinked my eyes open it was like a dream; huge four poster bed, white linen everywhere, the sun peaking in the wooden pocket doors and the smell of the ocean filling in the air. I was fairly sure that I was in heaven. I grabbed a robe and opened the pocket doors to find Sam on the deck reading the paper on his iPad and enjoying coffee. I had no concept of what time it was and more importantly, I didn’t care. Once again, he had ordered most of the breakfast menu, and I enjoyed my little buffet. As we sat there on the closed in porch, I was itching to jump into the ocean. The water in Turks and Caicos is crystal clear and warm, the type of ocean you want to run and dive in head first. As I said to Sam that I was going to go for a swim, he looked at his watch and said “okay, but make it quick. A cart will be here to pick us up in 20 minutes.” “Oh really?” I asked, “and where are we going in 20 minutes?” “To the spa, we have manicure and pedicure appointments this morning,” he replied with a great big grin. “How wonderful!” I said as bent down to give Sam a kiss, and then ran to change into a swimsuit. I figured I had 10 minutes to swim and 10 to get ready for the spa. Gotta love a man who gets a mani/ pedi.

The water felt amazing and after my quick dip I rinsed off, threw on one of my new sundresses from our shopping spree (I knew Sam would get a kick out of me wearing the things he had bought- plus they were all so fabulous I couldn’t wait to wear them). Just as I put on some lip gloss, Sam yelled that the cart had arrived. Since we had arrived at the resort in the dark, I hadn’t seen anything but the beach. It was breathtaking. The whole island had a Dirty Dancing feel to it; the larger part of the hotel was on the hill, many smaller buildings all around and then the little villa’s on the beach with golf cart paths in between. The landscaping and flora was beautiful and smelled even better, many of the flowers I had never even seen. At the top of the hill, we arrived at a simple building with a long stone entrance; the spa! Little did I know at the time that I would be spending a fair amount of time there. I am not always a fan of spa mani / pedi’s; they are overpriced and take forever but, this time it was so heavenly I just sort of melted into the chair and utterly enjoyed the whole experience.

My spa services took a bit longer than Sam’s so I told him to go ahead, and I would meet him at the pool. It would be the first time since I landed in Miami that I would have a bit of time to myself, and I needed a minute to breathe! After my services, a driver took me back to our villa, and I just collapsed on the couch, let out a huge sigh and took it all in. “Am I really here?” I asked myself. I sat there for a moment longer and then said out loud “yes, you are really here but only for the weekend so get your butt off the couch and go enjoy it!” I threw on my sexiest swimsuit, a new cover-up, flip flops, grabbed my sunscreen and headed to the pool. I found Sam in a lounge chair under an umbrella, on one side of him was sun and the other was shade. As I walked up he said he wasn’t sure which I preferred, sun or shade, so he picked both. It was a really cute gesture and of course I picked the sun. Before I could hardly relax Sam decided it was time for a cocktail, I never have to be talked into a cocktail so I agreed and said, “I will have whatever you are having.” Sam didn’t like to sit still for very long so he got up and walked to the bar. Soon he came back with two drinks in hand, I didn’t even have to ask what it was, I knew it was tequila. After our second cocktail Sam rolled over in his lounge chair and said “I am really glad last night happened.” I was a little taken back by this ‘out of nowhere comment’ but giggled to myself and thought… “yeah, I bet you are!” In reality, I just smiled and said “me too.”

We ordered lunch and just as I thought that I would drift off in the shade for a quick nap a woman showed up and said, “the cart is ready when you are Sam.” I sat up and said, “Where are you going?” He looked at me and smiled, “we are going back to the spa for a massage.” I didn’t think I could handle any more surprises but, the spa twice in one day was a surprise I didn’t mind at all. As Sam walked to take a phone call, I closed out our tab. I was in shock, how could lunch and a few cocktails equal $450? I thought it must be a mistake until I looked at the itemized bill that showed our cocktails were not just cocktails; they were $45 glasses of tequila. It was very typical Sam, so I signed the bill and looked around for him. I wondered who he was talking to for a moment and why he had to walk away. I let it go and walked to the cart. I hadn’t even turned my phone on and I was really good at ignoring emails from my lawyer, I still had not forgiven him for the mix up in court.

During the massage, I drifted into the nap I had been thinking about and afterwards all I wanted to do was get back in the ocean. Sam was up for it and as we walked from our villa to the beach, about 20-30 seconds, we noticed that most of the women were topless on the beach, and some of the people were totally naked. I wasn’t about to get totally naked but when in Rome, I could go topless. We spent the rest of the afternoon on the beach, in the water, talking, laughing, kissing… it was all pretty perfect. I found out things like; Sam still wanted more children (bonus), he had wanted to ask me out for years, he told me about his family and what it was like growing up for him, we talked about our divorces… it was really nice to lay all of it out on the table. After the beach I walked back to the house with the intention of using the little girls room, the big bed looked so heavenly that I grabbed a pillow and thought; I will just close my eyes for a moment, I was so relaxed. Next thing I know Sam was waking me up and hour and half later!

Dinner that night was amazing, the food was fantastic, the wine was even better and the atmosphere was unparalleled. I had found my happy place.

The next day as I woke up, again in what I was still convinced must be heaven, I found Sam with a menu asking me what I wanted for lunch. Lunch? We hadn’t even had breakfast. “Why are we ordering lunch?” I asked. “I charted a boat for the day so we can snorkel and island hop, the resort is going to send us with a picnic, “ he said. I literally squealed with excitement. Boat? Island hopping? Picnic lunch? Everything he just said made me excited! As I slipped into a swimsuit I realized I didn’t have a beach bag of sorts to take on the boat. As I asked Sam if he did, full well knowing he would not, he suggested we run to the gift shop and buy one. “Well, what time does the boat leave?” I asked; I didn’t want to make us late. “Whenever we want it to, it is our boat for the day,” he said with a laugh. Oh, that was a good point. A day on the boat was my favorite time we spent together. Our guides were excellent and took us to the best snorkeling spot, dove down and brought up a HUGE starfish for me to hold (of course we tossed it back), laid out our picnic lunch on the beach and took us to Iguana island- that was not my favorite. I am terrified of lizards and barely got off the boat during that stop.

As we cruised back to the resort, I couldn’t stop smiling. It was the first time in a long time I had not thought of my husband, my divorce, or work. What was this magical feeling I barley recognized? Oh, yeah…. I was happy. I wanted this feeling to last forever!

Single & Stylish,

xx Keylee

On this trip I had forgot my beach bag but this fall the bags are too beautiful to forget! Here are my favorites, with the exception of the Prada Saffiano Cuir Camo bag that I have posted about 100 times.

*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.

Why Was He Doing All Of This?

The next day my eyes popped open early, and I bound out of bed, no jet lag or hang over from the Don Julio 1942- the excitement had taken over. I could hear Sam was up in the next room, so I splashed some water on my face, brushed my hair, curled my eye-lashes and put on a little lip gloss for good measure and casually walked into the living room.

I walked into to find him watching the new and sitting with the entire table food of food; Sam had ordered almost the entire breakfast menu! “Would you like some coffee? Eggs? Pancakes? Bacon?” He asked. “I wasn’t sure what you liked for breakfast, so I ordered a variety,” he continued. “More like you ordered the entire menu,” I said. “I would love some coffee.”

I sipped my coffee, and Sam seemed anxious, soon he was almost pacing around the room. “I am so excited for today, you are going to love it- first up we shop, what store would like to go to first?” He asked. I was a bit taken back, but smiled; it was adorable that he was that excited. I had decided to forgo the salon appointment for a couple of reasons; one, I didn’t want to waste the time and two, I could never cheat on Gareth. We had been in a 3-year hair relationship, and I was not about to start cheating on him- he nor my hair would ever forgive me! “You decide where we should go first, and I will get dressed,” I said. Soon we were in the rental car, top down, and heading toward Bal Harbour. As a stylist and professional shopper I, of course, had heard of Bal Harbour and knew it was one of the most prestige shopping malls in the country but I had never been.

As we entered the outdoor mall, I was in heaven, it was every designer store you could possible name in one place. Before I knew what was happening I was in the dressing room of Stella McCartney trying on a few things, I left with my first pair of Stella McCartney shoes and a top. Next we went to Prada, where I found myself standing in the most amazing python heels I had ever seen and soon they were mine. I kept telling Sam that he didn’t have to buy me something in every store, but it wasn’t sinking in for him. In James Perse and Calypso we picked up piles of white linen, flip flops, swimsuit cover-ups and accessories. Next, Hermes, Jimmy Choo, and Neiman Marcus was our last stop. Sam needed to pick up a few things from the Jack Black counter, and I fell in love with the most amazing Diane von Furstenberg flowing green gown. It was like something that would have walked down a Halston runway in the 70’s. I had no idea where I would ever wear it; I was almost certain I wouldn’t need it on an island, but I would have worn this dress grocery shopping it was so beautiful. Sam saw the look on my face and insisted on buying it. Not wanting to offend him, I said yes. I am good like that! The whole day was a Pretty Woman experience, without the obvious hooker element.

We could barley fit all the packages in the back seat of the car; it literally looked like a cheesy advertisement for the shopping center. It was over the top, ridiculous and absolutely fantastic! We soon realized the time and knew we had hurry back to the hotel so we could catch our flight, not to mention that I had now had an entire suitcase full of new clothes I would need to try and accommodate. As I was packing up I had a thought, why? Why was Sam spoiling me like this? My husband showered me with gifts, but in the end I discovered it was only to cover up his guilt and time with other women. I couldn’t help but think that Sam was trying to cover something up as well. I hated that those thoughts even entered my mind, but they did. I didn’t have time to think about it for too long and as I zipped up my over stuffed suitcase I thought; thank goodness we were flying first class, and it was an international flight, I would be allowed to have a 70lb bag!

Soon we were on our flight and headed to, what is now my favorite place, the breath taking Turks and Caicos. By the time we were in the air it was getting dark and by the time we landed at the tiny open-air run down airport, it was pitch dark. The driver was waiting for us and after he loaded our bags we took a short drive to a building. It was not the resort, but it was where we would get on the boat to go to the resort. A beautiful woman with beautiful olive skin wearing a white polo and tan skirt met us at the door with cold towels and food menus. “By the time you arrive on the island the restaurant will be closed,” she informed us, “if you would like to put your order in now then we will have your dinner waiting when you arrive at your villa.” Villa? I thought, but, of course, didn’t say anything to Sam. I smiled and ordered a piece of fish with veggies. The truth was I as starving! Other than the warm nuts and snack we were served on the flight over I hadn’t really eaten all day!

The air was warm and thick, and the boat ride was calming, the wind mixed with the hum of the engine and gentle rocking of the boat as we sped across the water was hypnotizing. It was pitch black with only the moon lighting our path and the stars; the stars were brilliant! I don’t think we have that many stars in LA. After about 30 minutes in the boat we arrived at the islands dock. My hair was windblown and messy, my shoes were off, I was with a great guy and I was smiling from ear to ear; I could feel myself starting to relax. The best part was that our weekend was just beginning!

The island has a no car policy, so a golf cart picked us up and after a short drive we arrived at our villa. It was just as you would picture a villa on an island would be; white linen covered furniture, doors leading to a patio with a private pool and beach access, a bedroom, a small kitchen area and huge ceiling fans hanging from the wood covered valuted ceilings in every room. I immediately had to dip my toes in the ocean! As the bellman unloaded our suitcases and room service was setting up our dinner Sam, and I went off our deck and walked to the ocean. The water was as warm as bathwater with no waves and the moonlight bounced off the water like it was dancing. If I had to pick my top 5 most romantic moments in life, this would be one of them. Sam was holding my hand as we stood there with our toes in the water. I made mention of how beautiful it all was, and he pulled me in closer. “Thank you for saying yes,” he said. Before I could say anything, he kissed me. This was not just a peck on the lips as we had done before; it was a slow passionate, very romantic kiss. As my toes sunk into the sand I couldn’t help but think about how I never wanted to forget this moment.

We walked back to our room to eat dinner and opened a bottle of wine; I think we both finally felt a bit settled and started to talk. Sam and I had always had great conversation, and this was no exception. Soon the day, the excitement and the wine caught up to us, and we were exhausted. I wanted to unpack, and then it was time to sleep. This would be the first time Sam and I ever stayed together and I won’t deny that it was a touch awkward. Before we even got into bed, we were kissing again, we found out that we were really good at it. I stopped us before things got too heated and said flat out, “we are not having sex!” He started to laugh, “I was only kissing you, I haven’t tried anything- of course we are not,” he said it as if he should be earning a gold star or something. Then he kissed me again…….at least I tried to put my foot down!

Single & Stylish,

xx Keylee

Since this story took place over two years ago the items I got during my shopping spree are no longer available, unless you are in my closet, but if given the chance this fall to pick our my favorite luxury items these would be at the top of my list!


*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.






The Real Surprise.

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As the driver sped down LaCienga Blvd., I asked him this question, “Sir, can you at least tell me what airline you are taking me too?” “No ma’am, not yet. Someone has gone to great lengths to surprise you, haven’t they?” he answered. What? I thought, how rude! As I sat int he back seat and thought about what I was doing, I got a bit nervous. I thought to myself; this is crazy, what was I thinking? But when I thought about how much I wanted to forget about Andrew and have some fun, I calmed myself down, and as we got closer to LAX, the driver asked, “would you like to know your airline?” “That would be lovely,” I said. “You will be flying American Airlines today Miss Sanders,” he said. “Oh, great. I am platinum status with American, can you take me to the premium door?” I asked politely. “No, I have strict instructions to take you to the red door,” he answered. “What is the red door? Sir, I am platinum I want to go to the premium passenger entrance,” I said. As the words came out of my mouth, I realized how snooty they sounded, but I had flown a lot of miles to enjoy the shorter lines at the airport, and I wanted to take full advantage!

As we pulled up the curb, we pulled past the premium door to a small red door I had never even noticed before. Men in red coats with red hats were standing outside of it. They opened the car door and took my luggage before I even had a chance to say anything. I quickly scanned the backseat of the car to make sure I didn’t leave anything, thanked the driver and followed the man who was wheeling my luggage. Through the secret door, we went; A very cheerful woman behind a small counter with only two computers great me, “Good afternoon, where are you flying today?” I looked at her and felt really stupid, “good afternoon, I have no idea where I am flying. Does that sound crazy?” I asked. “It happens more than you might think, let’s start with your name,” she said. “Keylee Sanders, checking one bag,” I said. As I handed her my ID and spelled my name out loud she typed on her keyboard. “Oh, you are headed to Miami today!” She said with enthusiasm. Miami?!?! Fun! It was one city that had crossed my mind as a possibility. It was warm and on east coast (I knew Sam spent a lot of time on the east coast) plus it was a fun and sexy place. I was excited to say the least; I hadn’t been to Miami in years.

The cheerful woman handed me my ticket and as I turned around another gentleman in a red hat and jacket was standing there. “Follow me Miss Sanders,” he said and at this point I was just going with it. We turned and got into the elevator. I have traveled a LOT and I had never even seen this part of LAX. As the elevator doors opened I began to recognize where I was, security. TSA and I were old friends, but this time was different. The man in the red hat waved to the man in the blue TSA shirt and stopped the premium passenger line to let me in front of everyone else. I breezed through security and said goodbye to my red jacketed escort. I gathered my belongings off the security belt and looked down at my ticket for my gate. Gate 42 Seat 1A.

I stopped to grab a bottle of water and an US Weekly, People, and Vanity Fair and headed to Gate 42. They called my group and as I walked onto the plane, the flight attendant asked me to turn left instead of right. I have to add here that it was not my first time flying first class, but it was my first time flying like this. I have been less comfortable on private flights than I was on this plane. As I found seat 1 A, I realized that it wasn’t a seat, but a pod. I swear I have lived in studio apartments that were smaller than my seating area on this flight. My seat had more buttons and seat adjustments than my Mercedes. I adapted quickly and settled in with a glass of champagne for the 5-hour flight to Miami. Upon our decent, I started to get a bit nervous again. Were things really over with Andrew, I wondered? If they weren’t totally over then I had figured that his lack of effort and enthusiasm toward me and our, what turned out to be, faux relationship was lack luster enough for me to know he wasn’t the right guy for me.  I decided I was done thinking about him!

As I exited the plane, I called Sam to let him know I had arrived. He informed me that my driver would meet me in baggage and would bring me to the hotel. As I came down the escalator a man in a black coat with a hat held a sign with my name written on it “Miss Keylee Sanders,” my name was even spelled right! I know my name is tough, but I feel it is so careless when someone spells it wrong, especially when it is in relation to someone you are dating! We gathered my bag and were on our way. I had not been to Miami in years, but one thing I remembered was that the airport is fairly close to the hotels. I suddenly realized that I needed to make myself presentable, and fast. I pulled down the mirror in the back seat and quickly applied a bit of concealer, brushed my hair, slapped on some lip gloss and called it good. He had asked me to meet him in the bar and since my buzz from the plane was wearing off I was ready for a cocktail. He had a martini waiting for me, and as we sat at the bar, the bellman took my luggage upstairs to my room. I was happy I had decided to come on the trip, and I was happy to see him.

As I sipped my drink, I kept thinking how cute Sam looked in his vintage rocker t-shirt and jeans. Soon he asked me, “so do you want to know the real surprise?” “Real surprise, what are you talking about?” I said. “This is only the fist part of the surprise,” he replied with a sly grin. “Yes! Tell me!” I screamed. Everyone turned and looked at us, and I apologized for my excitement. Sam looked at me and said, “let’s go to dinner, and I will tell you there.”

We headed to our rooms first because I wanted to change out of my airplane clothes. I told Sam that I didn’t have my key, and he said he had taken care of it. As we walk down the hall, he opened the door into a beautiful two bedroom suite. I was very impressed that he had got two rooms, very respectful.

We went to the Delano, a Miami classic, for a light late dinner and drinks.  I couldn’t take it any longer and begged Sam to tell me the rest of the plan. “Ok, I will tell you,” he said. “But first I want to say that if you do not like the plan you can change any of it!”

The “real” surprise;

“Tomorrow morning you have a salon appointment. Then we are going to Bal Harbor Shopping Center to pick up anything you might need for the weekend. We then depart on a 6pm flight to a killer resort on a private island in Turks and Caicos!!!!!” Sam threw his hands in the air as he told me with a huge smile on his face. My jaw hit the floor. “Are you fucking kidding me?” That was the only thing I could think to say. He laughed and said, “I am dead serious! Is this the craziest thing you have ever done?” “If by crazy you mean the best date ever… then yes!” I answered.  I have to admit, I was stunned but ridiculously excited.

We finished dinner, some very expensive tequila and decided to head back to the hotel; I had a very big day coming up and needed my beauty rest. Between the flight, anxiousness and the surprises I was exhausted.

I retired to my room, changed into my pajamas and went into the living room to say good night. As I stood there, I suddenly wanted to kiss him.  Sam leaned in and kissed me on the lips, this was the first time we had ever kissed on the lips, we had known each other for a long time but never like this. As he slowly kissed me good night, my toes started to tingle. I smiled slightly and went into my room; I shut and locked the door. Maybe I didn’t trust him, maybe I didn’t trust myself.

Single & Stylish,

xx Keylee

Flying can be a horrendous experience and when you need to exit the plane looking your best it can get very tricky.  Here are some of my favorite things and tricks to make your exit as flawless as you are!


*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.

He Was With Me, Thinking Of Her.

I woke up the next morning feeling great; I jumped out of bed and got ready for work. Though our office was very small, it was rare when I didn’t get ‘dressed’ for work. I put on a dress, pair of heels, my face and headed out the door. We were at the start of our busy season, and I knew the long days, and nights were just around the corner.

When I got to work I had an email from United airlines reminding me about my flight to Portugal that I had put on hold. Andrew had still not confirmed with me if those dates worked so I would need to follow up with him again, which was not something I wanted to do. Red Flag warning!

I put together a sweet yet direct email:

“Hi, I hope you are having a great day. I got a reminder from United about my ticket that is on hold. Any update on your end if those dates work? Can’t wait to see you again! Xoxo, Keylee”

An hour later I had no response. Two hours later I had no response. Three house later I had no response. I had my one cigarette for the day and after lunch still had no response. I decided to shoot him a text, maybe the internet ate my email and it never made it all the way to Portugal…. That totally happens all the time, right?

“How is your day? Did you get my email?”

No response. Finally, about an hour after I sent the text message I got a response; “Sorry it has been a crazy day, let’s talk about your ticket tomorrow.” Well, it wasn’t exactly the warm fuzzy response that I was looking for but at least I knew that by tomorrow, I would have a plan. I started to get a bit excited at the thought of seeing Andrew again and couldn’t wait to visit Portugal in the fall.

The next day I was so swamped with production plans, program books, planning our orientations and coordinating my next New York trip that I wasn’t even thinking about boys; it was so refreshing! Of course, once I discovered that I wasn’t thinking about boys, then all I thought about was boys. As I sat at my desk eating lunch, most likely catching up with everyone on Facebook, my phone rang. “Hey Sam,” I answered. He made small talk for a moment and then he finally asked. “So, I was thinking, we should have dinner next week.” “You were? Is this your way of asking me out on a date?” I teased him. “Yes, I am asking you on a date to have dinner with me,” he said. “How about next Thursday are you available?” Of course, I was available, I rarely made plans more than 5 minutes in advance. “Sure, I think that will work,” I answered. “Great, I will be traveling for work, is that okay?” He said. Huh? “Why would you ask me to have dinner with you if you are not in town and you are traveling?” I said getting slightly defensive, was this a joke to him?

“I was thinking,” he continued “you could fly and meet me, and we could have dinner there.” “Where is there?” I asked. He continued talking without even acknowledging my question. “Well, if you could clear your schedule for the whole weekend we could just stay and have some fun.” “WHERE?” I asked again. “Don’t worry about where, text me your birthday and full name and I will take care of it all. I need to run into a meeting I will call you later! Glad you said yes!” He said as he hung up the phone.

I was so utterly confused and excited at the same time. It was so mysterious, surely he was going to give me more details when he called back. He couldn’t expect me to go on a trip and have no idea where I was going. Either way it would be an adventure so I was game! Suddenly my stomach sank, Andrew. Agreeing to have dinner with an old friend was one thing but agreeing to go to a mysterious location with a guy for a whole weekend was something entirely different. I decided to wait a bit; I didn’t need to tell him anything right away, who knew if this trip would even happen. Andrew called me later that day and left me a message saying that we needed to talk. When I heard his message, I knew what he wanted to talk about and from the tone of his voice I knew what his heart was saying. We were done.

I called Andrew back, and I was right. He finally admitted what I had known for weeks; he didn’t want me to come visit. Well, according to him he did want me to come but he just wasn’t really ready for it. Whatever. He needed some time alone and some space. Space? That was the word he was going to use, really? I lived over 5000 miles away, how much fucking space did he need? I was hurt, shocked, and pissed off. Our awkward conversation was basically over and just growing more awkward by the second and I just needed to get off the phone! So I did, he followed up with a text saying that he felt bad about the way our call ended and later that day I followed up with an email. Email was how we had met, and it was still one of our best ways of communication.

Email to Andrew, September 2012

“I agree our call today did not go great and not at all the way I thought it would. I was honest when I said I am disappointed but more than that I think it was just hard to hear that you don’t want me to come visit- it defiantly hurts. I am sad. I thought we were more on the same page and both wanted to explore what we have further- this obviously can not happen if we have a relationship built on text and a weekly skype call. I know you are busy and stressed and need time to yourself, but I think you and I operate in very different ways. I am not really in any position to take time off working and charge another plane ticket but I wanted nothing more than just that if it meant I got to spend time with you and I already had worked it all out to make it happen. I guess I am just a hopeless romantic and after what I have been through I would do anything for love, which even as I type it sounds like a silly 16 year old. You are correct that I have a lot going on in my personal life and it doesn’t look like it is going to be over any time soon but that is life, there will always be something going on that is not ideal. I refuse to let my past take up one more second of my future and it in no way has anything to do with how I feel about you or how I will lead my life. I am not sure if you are even aware of it but I felt you begin to pull away when I was in Portugal and had no idea what to do about it. I have said from the beginning that I would never make you a promise I couldn’t keep but what I also can not do is set myself up for disappointment and hurt, I truly do not think my heart could take it right now and I feel you not wanting me to come visit is a pretty clear message weather you realize it or not. One thing I have learned in life and through all the relationships I have had is that you should never ignore the signs, no matter how much it hurts. You said in your text tonight that you feel you have taken something away from me, the only thing you have taken away was my excitement about the trip and spending more time with you exploring our intense connection but you were just being honest. I will be fine, I always am. It is really pathetic to say but I have learned to expect disappointment in these situations, something I am trying to change. kss”

The day of my mysterious dinner date with Sam was growing closer, and I still had no idea where I was going. Sam loved surprises, and he was keeping his mouth shut on this one. My instructions from him were this; A driver will pick you up on Wednesday at noon and take you to LAX, pack only a few things for warm weather, whatever you don’t have we can buy!

Was he for real? I was immediately panicked, as a stylist, packing for an unknown destination made me sweat! So of course I packed something for every situation I could think of and trieded my best to make it all fit! That morning I got an email back from Andrew. We had exchanged several, but this was when the truth finally came out.

“…There’s something we haven’t discussed since you were here, and that I need to talk about. Its been wearing on me to the point that I just don’t think its fair of me to keep it in any longer. When you were here I told you how I was sometimes looking for you and right when I was about to call out your name, that the name of my ex would come to mind instead. Over the last few weeks, its become clear to me that I am still very hurt by her and I having split, and ultimately, that I have unresolved feelings for her. Its not fair.”

This hit home for me, I couldn’t believe he almost called me another woman’s name! I literally had no time to think about it my car was picking me up in a half an hour, and I still hadn’t shut my suitcase. The good news is I now felt zero guilt about going on the trip with Sam! I finally closed my suitcase and was ready to go when my phone rang. I assumed it was Sam making sure I will still coming, I was half right. “Don’t forget to grab your passport,” he said. “Seriously? Are you kidding me?” I asked. “Maybe I am but wouldn’t you hate to need it and not have it?” He answered back. I could hear him smiling through the phone as we hung up- he loved the suspense. I grabbed my passport and walked outside, and the driver was standing outside the town car, he opened the door and took my bag. As we pulled away, I asked the driver “do you know where we are going?” “LAX, that is all I know,” he said.

Single & Stylish,

xx Keylee

Packing can be a little stressful, especially when you do not know your destination! I have developed a few key items that I take just about everywhere. Check them out, they will work for you too!

What are your must have items for travel???


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