Lindsay Davis Journal
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April 13, 2006
*sitting in my den, my computer turned on as usual, I sat at my desk, staring at the unlocked and open two drawer lateral file cabinet in my den. These secret files hold information that my column has been based on over the last 7 years. They also hold information that was too hot to print, especially the section with data on the various Mafia families in the New York City Area. I took out my personal journal and began typing*
Last night I sat in the back row at Creative Arts Theatre with Donivan Kline, the golf pro I've been sort of dating. On Tuesday, I learned that he shot 71 at Winged Foot with Diego, one under par. Diego said Donivan won a hundred bucks and convinced him that he's a real professional. Diego has arranged for the country club to offer Donivan a job there as an instructor.
On Tuesday evening we shared a chocolate cream pie and Donivan kissed me for the first time. I really like this guy so we're taking things slow, not my typical one night stand.
It was the first play for Rachel after her accident and I could tell she was nervous. Muppet filled in for Eric as Will and did a great job. Kate played Jack since TB couldn't get there. The play was funny as hell and I think Donivan enjoyed it immensely.
We left right after the play and he told me he's decided to stay in New York City and accept the offer Diego set up at Winged Foot. He plans on making me his first student. This time it just wasn't one kiss, maybe because I wanted to show him my naked painting that now resides over my bed. Diego gave it back to me, maybe because his other female guests didn't like it hanging in his bedroom. *chuckling to myself as I write this*
I did manage to restrain myself again, but I don't know how much longer I can hold Donivan off. I've arranged with Beth Clark to show Donivan a nice apartment on Thursday night. It's on 5th Avenue overlooking Central Park. What will tomorrow bring?
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April 11, 2006
*sitting in my den, my computer turned on as usual, I sat at my desk, staring at the unlocked and open two drawer lateral file cabinet in my den. These secret files hold information that my column has been based on over the last 7 years. They also hold information that was too hot to print, especially the section with data on the various Mafia families in the New York City Area. I took out my personal journal and began typing*
This morning Diego had picked up my new friend, Donivan Kline, out front of the Plaza Hotel and took him off to Winged Foot to play 18 holes. Diego is a charter member there and if Donivan can really play, Diego plans to get him a job there as a professional instructor.
I'd met Donivan for the first time at the Four Seasons Club bar on Saturday night. He's handsome and charming in a rough sort of way and I helped him get a hotel room at the Plaza Hotel. He joined Rachel and I for brunch at the Palm Court on Sunday and we took him out on the ferry to the Statue of Liberty.
We quickly learned that he's a golf pro in Colorado and came to New York City on vacation to see the sites. A bound was forming between us and he promised to teach me to play golf as we ate dinner together at the Four Sunday evening. I told him he'd have to stick around longer than two weeks to teach me to play golf and to my surprise, he said he just might if he could find a job here.
I called Diego and told him the situation, asking him if he could possibly use his powerful influences to get Donivan a job. He just laughed, saying he'd need to play golf with Donivan first, just to make sure Donivan wasn't just trying to get in my pants while here on vacation. I'll know more once they get back on Tuesday night.
On Monday night I was just getting ready to order a pizza for dinner, planning on staying home and possibly enjoying my favorite internet chat room. I knew that was dangerous since I had that wager with Rachel and Gino and I was always tempted to play with one of those chat room guys. I assured myself that the pizza and beer would keep my hands busy. I could just fake it.
Then the phone rang and it was Donivan returning my call. I needed to tell him that Diego wanted to play a round of golf on Tuesday. He wound up coming upstairs to join me for pizza and beer. We had a nice evening, dancing around the living room to country music and just chatting. He might have saved me from the chat room, but it was impossible to behave myself after he left. I'll have to tell Rachel and Gino I didn't make it through the night. I'm no longer the queen of my castle.
