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Rachel Tatellio Diary
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February 17, 2008
Dear Diary,
Well, Jon is gone and I'll really be missing him. He's on his way to Omaha, Nebraska followed by Auburn Hills, Michigan and Milwaukee, Wisconsin. I have no idea how he keeps up with that pace, but he sure has staying power. I'm actually blushing as I write this entry as I remember last night.
February 7, 2008
Dear Diary,
Catching up here after spending the weekend in Hawaii with Jon. He's such a sweetheart, making reservations for us both on Maui. We had a wonderful time, sunbathing on the beach, and enjoying meals at the various restaurants, although I have to admit most of our time was spent in the suite at the Hyatt Regency Maui. Those poor maids deserved the nice tip Jon left them after they spent so much time redoing the king size bed we made every effort to destroy.
Last night I watched Barbara Barton flirt with a Carl Cameron fellow at the Four. What's with that? Last week she was flirting with Seamus for heavens sake.
*closing my diary with a little smile… locking it and putting it away*
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August 8, 2007
Last night in the Four Seasons we got to watch Samantha Emeris make a sterling return as a singer there. Jon and Mike straddled me at the bar and Donivan Kline came in just in time to watch, and eventually chat with Sam for a while.
I enjoyed watching Diego have dinner with Sam's new lawyer, Laura Oldsworth. They were trading back and forth a sheet of paper which I assume they were using to set the contract price for Sam's services for a year. If the numbers I heard mentioned are true, it looks like she'll be earning $150,000 a year.
We stopped at Diego's table to congratulate Sam and get introduced to Laura. I remember hearing that she represented Joseph Alnarshi in that recent drug and kidnapping case. I expect to see more of her now.
Mike finally agreed to take his famous role of Reverend Green in a Clue Play on August 28th. that made me very happy. Jon plans to attend the Friends play next Tuesday night and he took me home late in the evening.
*closing my diary with a little smile… locking it and putting it away*
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August 2, 2007
Dear Diary,
I was stunned on Tuesday night after the play when Samantha tried to tell me she didn't remember the murder scene in her apartment last month. We were sitting together at the bar chatting about the play when the subject came up. She said Diego had asked her to see a psychiatrist and get some therapy before returning to the stage.
When I tried to describe the scene as I knew it, she actually thought I was making it all up. She kept saying the blood she had to clean up in the carpet was some grape juice that her son Devin had spilled.
I gave her Jennifer Melfi's card and had her call and make an appointment. She promised to do so that very night. I do hope that will help her get over that situation.
Jon is still here and we're having a delightful time together. He doesn't have to go back to work until October 25th at the Prudential Center in Newark, New Jersey. I promised to go down and watch one of the shows down there.
*closing my diary with a little smile… locking it and putting it away*
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June 24, 2007
Here we are in London, having a blast. The concert today was fantastic! I was back stage watching as Jon got the crowd up on their feet, dancing and screaming at the top of their lungs, or singing along with some of the softer slow songs. I even smiled when some of those groupies tossed their panties up on the stage.
After he finished his last encore, we went out the rear doors to avoid the crowd out front and climbed in a waiting car. He said he had my little black dress delivered to the spot where the post concert party was being held. I changed in the ladies restroom lounge, then Jon escorted me out front where the press was waiting.
We stayed only long enough to appease the autograph seekers and the press. I did get a microphone shoved in my face and the reporter blatantly asked if I was sleeping with Jon. I said "no comment, but Jon turned into one of his quick witted jokes saying, "Not at this very moment she's not, were walking."
I'm back in the hotel suite now, writing this while he's on the phone with his agent.
*closing my diary with a little smile… locking it and putting it away in a pocket in my suitcase*
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June 14, 2007
Dear Diary,
Guess where we're going, diary? London!!
The other evening Jon called me and we talked for over an hour. He's invited me to meet him at JFK on Friday the 22nd and accompany the band to Heathrow. Jon is playing at the new O2 Arena on Sunday June 24th. We won't return until the 30th I gather, but with Jon, who the hell ever knows.
We continued our conversation while I undressed for bed. He has this way of making anything and everything unique and exciting. I absolutely can't wait to leave. I plan to go clothes shopping for the trip with Lindsay tomorrow. She will be so jealous!!
*to be continued during our trip….. closing my diary with a little smile … locking it and putting it back in my desk***
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May 27, 2007
Dear Diary,
Sunday morning we were up early because Jon was being picked up by his tour bus out front. He was heading off to Washington, D.C. where he'll be participating in a special concert there on Memorial Day to honor the soldiers lost in Iraq.
Instead of going out for dinner last night, we ordered Chinese from a nearby restaurant. Jon was a riot trying to place his order to Chow Dun Now, while I teased him from the other end of the sofa. He finally managed to correct his order and eliminate the legs and breasts he'd blurted out over the phone.
By the time the delivery boy, One Hung Low, arrived, we were deep in a conversation about our potential future. Jon said he'd buy me airplane tickets to any of his concerts if I was willing to at least spend a few weekends with him while they are out on tour. I said that if he'd get a hotel room instead of staying on the tour bus with the guys, and pick up the meals, I'd buy my own air plane tickets.
I managed to break the hot kisses just as the door bell chimed and get my clothing back in order before Jon opened the door and paid the grinning delivery boy. I set my wine glass aside and followed him in the kitchen where he was unpacking the food. Wrapping my arms around Jon from behind I told him I loved him, the second time in less than a week.
Instead of eating we wound up in the bedroom for the next hour……or two. He made a commitment that I might just hold him to. We did finally manage to eat part of our dinner before setting the alarm clock for 5:00 am and catching a few hours sleep before a last kiss goodbye at the door.
It was a great month of May and I'm going to miss having him around, but since I plan to attend at least half of his concerts, I'm a happy camper.
*closing my diary with a little smile but a look of concern on my face… locking it and putting it back in my desk**
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May 15, 2007
Dear Diary,
Jon Bon Jovi did show up in May as he promised, surprising me while I was watching TV with Audrey. Audrey offered to leave but I told her to stay so she could meet Jon. She was thrilled, spent the night in the guest room as usual, but packed up and left before we were even up in the morning. She had an early class and said she would stay in her dorm room until Jon had to leave.
It's been a wonderful several weeks. Last night we spent the evening in a booth at the Four Seasons, sipping my favorite Kendall-Jackson chardonnay. The word "love" slipped out of my mouth which led to quite a conversation.
I admitted that I certainly hadn't planned all this when Jon showed up at the Four Seasons bar last December 12th. I've always enjoyed Jon's music and admittedly had a little crush on him after watching him with Ally on her Ally McBeal show.
Lindsay saw the look on my face when Jon walked in and jokingly said "There's your man, that guy you said could park his shoes under your bed anytime. Sic him!!"
I blushed but I didn't have to initiate the contact. Instead he walked over, joined us at the bar, and hit on me. We chatted for over an hour, teasing each other while I kept drinking my KJ. I figured what the hell, I could handle a one night stand with my dream man.
Then he invited me up to Boston to enjoy his next concert. I knew it was crazy acting like one of his groupies, but I flew up there anyway. We spent that night together and agreed to stay in touch. He even came to NYC and spent Christmas with me.
We chat on the phone several times a week and now he's here, spending three weeks with me. He says I'm more than just a playmate, but where will this lead? He's always on the road in that tour bus of his, and I'm trying to expand my career as a playwright which means living here in New York City. After the word "love" slipped out, we actually discussed our potential future together.
There are astronomical problems here, but who knows what the future might bring?
*closing my diary with a little smile but a look of concern on my face… locking it and putting it back in my desk**
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April 10, 2007
Dear Diary,
I was relaxing on the sofa, drinking my second glass of Kendall Jackson Chardonnay when the phone rang. It turned out to be Jon Bon Jovi. calling from his tour bus on the road somewhere in Iowa.
He said that he would have three weeks off in May so I invited him to stay with me in my penthouse apartment. He agreed and we started making plans for his vacation break. If it was anything like the last time he stayed at my place, we very seldom went out. That man is sexually insatiable, which works out for me since I see him so seldom because of his tours.
The conversation turned into phone sex once he found out he'd caught me at home alone. He moved to his small private bedroom on the bus and we spent the first half our stripping each other. Phone sex is nothing like the real thing, but he's quite good at it. He managed to get me off twice in the process, an evening I really enjoyed.
I actually fell asleep in bed naked, cradling the phone
*closing my diary with a little grin on my face*
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February 20, 2007
*opening my diary*
Dear Diary,
Last night I met Lindsay in the Four Seasons to share a glass of wine and chat. There was a surprisingly large group there, including Mia behind the bar, Tiffany Farina, Eoin Ryan, Lauren Bianchi, Barry Watters, Vanessa and some strange new female named Kitty Skye.
I had to laugh when Tiff ordered a Wet Pussy as a drink. I said I was sure that her father wouldn't approve of that.That led to a lot joking around when Lindsay asked what it was made of and Tiff offered to let her taste it. Actually, it's made with Chambord raspberry liqueur, Irish cream and milk. Even our Irishman, Eoin made a joke about Irish cream.
Tiff said her dad was an old fuddy duddy and had run off her French boyfriend, Pierre, assuming that Pierre was the guy that took Tiff's cherry. Tiff said that although she never admitted that to her dad, it was indeed a fact. Her mother sent Tiff to Paris for her last few years of high school and Pierre was the person that truly "educated" her.
Eoin and I met for the first time last night and after trading a few comments I agreed to let him give me a massage some day. My comment about "using Jason" gave Lindsay a shot at making me the butt of a joke there.
Kitty arrived late. She was a kick and a half. Tiffany knew she was a hooker, of sorts, and sent her over to try and get a job from Lauren, who now runs Big Apple Escorts. Kitty used a compliment regarding Mia's blouse by running a finger down the cleavage in her top. Mia turned sideways to give Kitty a peek. Pretty funny.
Barry wound up taking Tiffany home, and although no one can be sure there, my guess is they spent the night together. I'm pretty sure from their conversation during the night, that wasn't the first time they've messed around.
*closing my diary with a little grin on my face*
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December 19, 2006
*opening my diary after returning from Boston*
Dear Diary,
Well, I've really done it now. I flew up to Boston on Saturday morning knowing I'd be spending the night with Jon in his room at the Eliot Suite Hotel. He gave me a backstage pass and I was there standing along side his agent watching Jon light up the cheering crowd.
After the show, Jon insisted on walking out front with me on his arm as the press waited, cameras flashing. This little affair would no longer be a secret. In fact, when we read Lindsay's column the next day, it was right there in black and white. She did sort of apologize for putting it in her column, but since the photos were in the entertainment section, I couldn't blame her.
We spent a wonderful night in his huge fancy suite, doing several things I'd never experienced before, things I just can't even describe in here. What a clever, fascinating man. He returned to New York City and spent Christmas there with me, teaching me something new almost every night. Luckily, my sister, Audrey, spent Christmas with Phil Montzuma so Jon and I had the place to ourselves.
He asked me to come to Vegas with him for New Year's Eve, but I declined, knowing it would be a madhouse there anyway. We did talk on the phone twice, my very first phone sex. Unbelievable!
*closing my diary with a little grin on my face*
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December 13, 2006
*opening my diary after returning from the Four Seasons Hotel*
Dear Diary
I awoke Wednesday morning in a strange bed, feeling a man's arm draped over me. It only took a moment to remember where I was, in Jon Bon Jovi's 49th floor suite in the Four Seasons Hotel. As soon as I moved, I felt his hand cup my breast.
"Good Morning, sexy," he said in that smooth soft voice of his.
It was an hour later before we finally ordered breakfast in bed, Belgian waffles with strawberries. Jon had to shower and dress quickly because he had to make his flight to Boston, the next stop on their tour. I lay there naked in bed watching him as he dressed, one very handsome and sexy man.
He leaned over and kissed me goodbye, saying he'd already paid for the room and I could stay as long as I chose. He said Boston was the last stop until next year and he'd try and get back to New York for Christmas if that met with my approval. Of course, I said yes.
Then he was gone, leaving me there wondering where this might lead. Do I tell anybody what happened, or just sit on my hands waiting to find out if he's really coming back, or if I was just another one night stand for this wild rock singer? What will I ever tell Mike?
I finally crawled out of bed, went in the huge bathroom, removed my diaphragm and stepped in the shower where the steaming hot water washed away the final traces of my wild escapade.
I managed to find my clothing which was left as a trail from the living room sofa to the bed last night. Remembering the way we had undressed each other on the way back initiated those little tingles throughout my body again.
I dressed in my black lace panties, high heels and stared at myself in the full length mirror, my small breasts hosting two very erect little nipples. What do men see in me? Obviously something I never see.
I slipped back into last night's wrinkled black skirt and matching black blouse, grabbed my purse, and as quietly as possible took the elevator down, walked quickly through the lobby and hailed a cab home.
When I turned on my computer to add this to my diary, I saw the email from Jon. It was short, but sent chills through my body. He repeated his promise to return to New York City for Christmas if I wanted him to return. He hoped that last night wasn't just a one night stand for me. My response was simple, "Yes, you damn well better get back here." I punched the send key and fired off my response.
What might this lead to? Who the hell knows, but the change in my life was now in motion.
*closing my diary with a little grin on my face…. he was coming back*
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October 20, 2006
*writing in my diary for the first time in ages*
On Tuesday night I met Mike at the Four Seasons bar for the first time since his council seat campaign began. It was nice sharing a drink, knowing we'd wind up sleeping together for the first time in over a month.
He laughed when I simply said, "You place or mine?"
He chose his place and his hands were all over me as soon as the taxi pulled away from the curb. I kept trying to at least have my clothes still on when we reached the Plaza hotel five blocks away. I managed to re-adjust my dress while he paid the cabbie so I looked at least presentable when he helped me out of the back seat of the taxi.
He had a bottle of my favorite Kendall Jackson chardonnay ready and waiting and lit a fire, both in the fireplace and quickly in me. We did it on the sofa, then again in his bed. He's just as talented there as he is he is in his job. I love him dearly.
*closing my diary with a click as it locks… tucking it away in my desk*
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July 19, 2006
Last night I visited with Diego, explaining why I'd shut down the Creative Arts theatre for a few weeks. He's very supportive and understood my logic.
Since I was over in Queens, I decided to stop in Mahoney's Irish Pub in Brooklyn before heading back to Manhattan. Sure enough Jack McClennan was there, just sitting at the bar so we chatted as bit. Ella Ricci showed up with Richard Stewart and I heard just enough of their conversation to realize those two scallywags must have sneaked in a public pool in the Upper West Side to skinny dip.
Two other gentlemen were there sitting right next to me, Lucas and Enos I think they said their names were. Lucas manages a Jaguar automobile dealership in New Jersey. I have no idea what the more secretive guy does for a living.
Denny Mahoney was on his way in as I was leaving so he helped me hail down a taxi.